#BUT even tho he is terrible at flirting I would still suck him off like any day
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Wrecked
Eddie Munson x Reader
Content: oral (male receiving) slight sub!Eddie. Listen I just really wanna suck him
18+ only
Your eyes snapped open, adjusting to the darkness in the room as the VHS shut off with a click. The light from the TV seemed harsh, jarring you from the quietness surrounding you. It woke you up from your sleepy state, heart thumping wildly as you realized you had fallen asleep against Eddie. Eddie, who talked a mile a minute and told you interesting facts while watching movies, who had gone silent almost an hour ago as you started to drift off. Eddie, who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, hand lazily drawing patterns on your arm where it rested. Your head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. "Sorry," you yawned as you sat up," Did I fall asleep?"
Eddie blinked slowly before smiling," Don't worry 'bout it. You need to rest." You lazily smile at him as he stands up. He stretches slowly, joints popping that remind you that neither of you are near your teens anymore. He reaches his arms above his head in a stretch, shirt traveling up just enough to give you a sneak peak of his stomach. Pale skin that showed the stark colors of the dragon curled over the top of his belly button. The dragon that had it's mouth open as if it was blowing fire, fire that actually was pink scars courtesy of the demobats. The scars that he always had a different story for when people saw ("I got attacked by a bear." "A witch cursed me." "I didn't eat my vegetables." "I used to defuse bombs").
Your eyes caught on his belly button, the stupid piercing he got claiming "a dragon had to have a hoard". The blue light from the tv causing the jewelry to glint, showing a kaleidoscope of rainbows in the opal gemstones. Your breath caught at the smattering of hair that trailed down from his belly button. Down to the band of his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Plaid boxers peeking over the hem of his pants obscured your view of the slight v shape of his hips. The TV light providing the perfect amount of light and shadow to show the slight definition of his abs he had gained from long hours as a mechanic.
The sting from biting your lip pulled you from your casual perusal of Eddie's frame. Eddie who hadn't even noticed and was waving his hands around talking as he stared off at the wall,"- but those are just rumors. I mean if they do make a movie, it better be close to the book. No creative liberties. I want to see the book come to life, ya know? I want the dwarves to have full beards, especially the women and-"
You stand up abruptly," Shut the fuck up." Eddie pauses at your abrupt words and movement. Silence spans a few seconds as he notices the glimmer in your eyes," Excuse you?" You hum, running your eyes up and down his frame. Eddie was definitely a man, no longer the boy you had met in high school. He had filled out more, had some scruff on his jawline. His sweatpants had a hole in his knee and there was a stain on his shirt, but he had never looked more beautiful to you. And you had never wanted to fuck him more.
Eddie tilted his head slightly, untamed and frizzy curls bouncing as he tried to decipher the look in your eye. "I will gladly listen to this conversation, but I can't pay attention right now. Not when you're," you wave your hand gesturing to him," that!" Eddie scoffs," Excuse you? That?." One step is all it takes to get in his space, Eddie instinctively taking a step back.
You push on his chest, firm beneath your open palms, causing him to stumble back into the couch. He lands with a grunt and looks up at you with a look of exasperation. He goes to open his mouth to say what you're sure is a snarky remark, but all thoughts leave his head as you grab his knees spreading them open and kneeling in front of him. His jaw drops as he stares at you between his legs. You bat your lashes at him in what you hope is a seductive look, but let's be honest, both you and Eddie suck at flirting. You trail one hand up from his knee, barely touching as your fingers dance their way up his thigh. His cheeks flush, a beautiful dusty pink that spreads down his neck towards his chest. You wonder how far that blush goes as you lift the hem of his shirt.
Eddie is staring at you, frozen in time. You clearing your throat as you tug on his shirt knocks him from his reverie. "Yeah, okay, fuck uh yea." He leans forward enough to pull the shirt over his head. You lick your lips at the expanse of tattooed skin you see. You lean in, trying to decide where to start. You look up through your eyelids at him, slowly licking the happy trail, that definitely made you happy. The image of you licking his skin, peering up at him through your lashes, was burned into Eddie's retinas. Eddie's knuckles were white as he gripped the couch cushions. His stomach flexed unintentionally at the warmth of your tongue. The small whimper he let out fueled your desire, heat pooling low in your stomach. You nip and suck at his hips, one hand resting on his thigh, the other curled around his back to bring him closer to you. You pulled back after adding a lovely red mark that you know will fade to a bruise.
You can't believe you had fallen asleep next to this man, now the only thoughts involving a bed also involved cardio. You lightly trail a finger over the prominent bulge in his pants, earning a sharply inhaled breath and a buck of his hips. "Jesus fucking Christ," he groans, voice lower then you've ever heard. You lick your lips as your hands reach for the hem of his pants and-
"Wait!" Eddie startles you, and you glance up at his wrecked face. "Huh?" You blink a few times starting to pull back," Do you not..?" "No! No I do!" Eddie clears his throat and grabs the pillow next to him," I just...you should be comfortable..." His face flushes as he holds the pillow between you two, causing you to chuckle. You grab the pillow and put it under your knees, even if you don't need it. "Thanks baby. You're so thoughtful." Eddie preens under the praise, looking smug. Your hands return to his waist band, tugging his pants and boxers down. He lifts his hips to help and-
You've never thought a dick to be pretty before. Sure, you've seen some good ones but this? He's long, curved slightly to the right. Precum beading at the top of a head that is flushed so red it's almost purple. A prominent vein trailing the underside of his dick that you want to lick up. Curls around the base that were trimmed but still unruly. The tension is thick as you stare at his dick, wondering where to start. He twitches under your heavy gaze. "C'mon, don't make me wait.." Eddie mumbles. "You'll take what I give you, and you'll be thankful." You snap back, watching the man pout slightly. For all his bravado and extroverted demeanor, he has no power here and he knows it.
But you decide to have mercy on him as you flatten your tongue against his dick, deciding to follow the vein from his base to his tip. Eddie lets out a high-pitched whine followed by a "thank you", but you don't really care. Yes, it feels good for him, but this is also for your pleasure. You swirl your tongue around his leaking tip, tasting the salty essence. Eddie's hand finds the back of your head instinctively, not using any real force or grip. When you fully envelope his tip with your warm mouth and suck, all coherent thoughts of his are gone. He barely can remember his own name. One of your hands holding his hips back so he can't thrust up, the other wrapped around his dick slowly moving up and down.
Eddie sits there babbling nonsense, he never could stay quiet for long. And you wouldn't want him to, his moans and groans like music to your ears. You pull off of him earning a whine. Eddie's face is flushed, bangs stuck to his forehead, a slight sweat broken out on him. He looks down at you with those big brown eyes like you just kicked a dog. "Please? Fuck, please baby? Don't stop."
You smile up at the wrecked man, the man begging for you to continue. You can feel the light pressure of his hand against your head trying to push you closer to his groin. You could make him beg. Make him wait. But he looks so good like this, you want to see him completely blissed out. You inhale deeply before lightly putting the tip back in your mouth. Eddie has no time to mutter a thank you before you fully sink down on him. Your nose coming flush with the hair you admired earlier, taking him deep in your throat without gagging. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Eddie pants above you, lost in the feeling of you. You hollow out your cheeks and suck, bobbing up and down along his length. He was a twitching writhing mess beneath you. You lightly palm at his balls, adding enough pressure to have Eddie moan. It didn't take him long before he came with a loud groan, hips bucking without a pattern. You swallowed it to the best of your ability, some leaking out and dripping down your chin.
When he was done, you pulled off him with a pop. Eddie's chest heaved as he panted above you. Eddie looked down from the ceiling, not sure when he had thrown his head back in ecstasy. You swipe the cum off your chin before licking your fingers, eyes locked with his. "Jesus Christ," he runs a hand through his hair and lets out a chuckle. You hum and smile up at him. Eddie lightly grasps your biceps, tugging you to get up,"Not sure what brought that on, but I think its time for me to return the favor. Get up here."
#Listen Eddie deserves to have his entire world view changed through a good bj#Blow him so good you blow his mind#Also idc if he is older that man cannot flirt#He is just a funky lil dude who is a terrible flirt he gets like 0 bitches#BUT even tho he is terrible at flirting I would still suck him off like any day#like call me a succubus the way I'm gonna succ your buss- okay no that...no#Unless.... 👀#Eddie Munson x y/n#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie Munson x reader#Eddie Munson/you#Eddie Munson/Reader#Eddie Munson smut#Eddie Munson#Stranger Things#Stranger Things smut#Gonna post this a SECOND time as uh not even my mutual saw it so...idk why but let's try this again#If yall let this flop you don't even deserve him 😤#Jade is Talking
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[VICE VERSA episode 1 part 1]
Brown like a horse shit (:
I wonder what colour he’d give me
The female friend is the one that helps out at the end right? Looove her <3
Surprised there’s only a handful of fans waiting inside
Love the gate fake-out tho lmao
Can’t believe Jimmy went from playing an absolute turd (Wai) to an idol whose two settings are 1) charismatic and 2) dork
“you have a big head” WHAT KIND OF FLIRTING IS THAT
This whole scene is soooo cute though, holy shit
“the one who drew it is cute too” Puen turning on the flirting before they’ve even swapped, he’s so pathetic (affectionate)
WHOLESOME INTRO TIME
I haven’t seen the episode where the piggybacking in a body of water happens, I wonder what’s happening there
Omg I never noticed but how old is this car???
I guess when you’re a colorist you’re automatically available as a movie extra??
ALSO HOW DOES TALAY NOT KNOW WHO HIS CO-STAR IS
(I get it, it’s for the sake of a big reveal, but c’mon writers)
“MAFIA THE MOVIE”
Puen I don’t think “flirt with the corpse” is in the script
It’s nice to learn right off the bat that Puen’s not an arrogant twat despite his fame, he just smiles @ Talay’s phone call
“you’re this drunk and you can still work” WAIT THAT “OCEAN BLUE” STUFF IS ALCOHOL??? AND TALAY’S TRYING TO WORK WHILE DRUNK???
That seems like a terrible decision
“his attitude against pink” Boy you and I are about to throw hands
(pink is my favourite colour)
W-wait what’s that pyramid(?)-looking thing in the water, I’ve never seen that before
The reason Talay got sucked to a different universe is he wasn’t in the same frame as his friends
HOW DO YOU ASSHOLES NOT HEAR HIM
Oh my god I haaaaate Tess’s dad, like yeah I’d probably punch Tess in the face if I knew him irl but I don’t need to guess whose fault it is he turned out like that in the first place
I’m glad his mom’s got his back… in her own way
For a show that starts off with such a focus on colour, it changes drastically between shots during Talay and Tess’s mom’s little act
And not in a way I think was intentional
SFJKSGDKSGKDGSKDGSJ VERA I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOING TO WATCH VICE VERSA AND LEAVE ME COMMENTS AS YOU GO IM SO EXCITED TO HEAR ALL YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT IT
okay but when i tell you talay is just as unhinged as puen is like imagine doing an interview for your dream job and ending up associating the dudes responsible for your destiny with the worst colors you could possibly come up with..... and then you meet a hot famous actor in an airport bathroom and not only you forget to wash your hands before giving him a present but you also tell him he has a big head....... AND YET TALAY SOMEHOW MANAGES TO GET BOTH THE JOB AND THE BOY ALEXA PLAY WHATTA MAN BY SALT-N-PEPA
it's also a testament of how good the writing of the show is that i loved talay since the very beginning despite is deeply incorrect opinion on the color pink aka THE PRETTIEST OF COLORS!!!!!!! however im willing to forgive him for everything since his journey from dislike to love because he comes to associate pink with puen is literally POETIC CINEMA
and not to spoiler you but when you said "It’s nice to learn right off the bat that Puen’s not an arrogant twat despite his fame, he just smiles @ Talay’s phone call" it reminded me of how in episode 7 one of the characters tells puen that "talay's smile is your smile" AND TO KNOW THAT TALAY MADE PUEN SMILE FROM THE VERY BEGINNING WAY BEFORE THEY KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT EACH OTHER IS MAKING ME WANT TO GO DROWN MYSELF IN 5 CM OF WATER
i guess it's a good thing im not doing the bad buddy rewatch for the one year anniversary because i already know that this time around i would become the most disgusting wai apologist........... though kudos to jimmy for being able to portray both the biggest asshole in existence and the most endearing sweetheart CAN YOU BELIEVE SOME PEOPLE STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY HE CAN'T ACT???????? also i think they should have brought back the suspenders in the last episode and let talay grab them to pull puen in for a kiss IM JUST SAYING
and i suppose this is the moment where i admit i have no positive feelings about tess but you're very right about his dad being awful
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS ONLY PART 1 OF EPISODE 1 IM SFJKSGDFJ AT THIS RATE IM GONNA GET INSTITUTIONALIZED BEFORE PUEN SHOWS UP AGAIN
#i still think we should have gotten a special episode called brown like a horse shit tbh#ALSO I APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE FOR EVERYTHING#vice versa#vice versa the series#vera9#m: ask
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Thoughts on Uprising ep16 “Welcome Home”
- (sorry for no post yesterday; spent an exhausting day at the zoo in a group of TWENTY PEOPLE—and by the end of the day I was overstimulated and too tired to do anything but sleep, so.)
- also there’s only three eps after this!!! FUCK. I WANT SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE OF THIS, HOLY SHIT.
- cold open time!: we pick up pretty much right where we left off, with Keller evading capture in a train station (the Black Guard go after someone else and don’t even fucking apologize for the mixup, because of course not) and after a brief eek moment with the ticket takers, she’s seemingly in the clear—until fucking BECK?!?! SHOWS UP!?!?!
- it makes total sense that he’s not in his Renegade disguise, since the Renegade is more wanted than Keller is at the moment, but STILL. INTERESTING. I wonder if Tron put him up to this (not that we find out because Tron is not in this episode!) anyway, he’s largely being honest with Keller and his desire to have her defect to the resistance’s side in Argon, but Keller’s not hearing any of it and then Paige is there!!! FUCK!!!!
- Beck gets Keller out of sight, at least, and he flirts terribly with Paige in an attempt to buy Keller some time, including a terrible lie about being an architect. Keller juuuuuuust barely squeaks out of there in a moment when Paige is distracted, because it turns out Pavel is here in a chopper!!
- and why is Pavel here? well, he is here Specifically To Be An Asshole!!! BECAUSE OF COURSE HE IS!!! Keller almost gets away on a wing chute (almost; tho I imagine if she’d opened it in front of the chopper she would have become bits VERY QUICKLY), then hides when the chopper opens fire and Beck kind of tries to make things better but may have just made things worse??? I’d have to watch again, but I think his disc hitting the chopper is what causes the engine damage? anyway.
- Pavel, being an asshole, peaces the fuck out when it looks like the train is going to just…. crash horribly, and it’s here again that we see Paige’s empathy towards other programs on display. I love that Pavel calls it “predictable” in her; I guess there’s a good possibility that he knows she used to be a medical program? maybe not, that seems like something he would leverage against her almost immediately, so. maybe not.
- meanwhile (and I note here again that this is the third episode in a row with no B plot!), Beck catches up with Keller and kind of convinces her not to just jump out the train and make it to Bismuth on foot or whatever so she can start over? like, you can tell she’s kind of half convinced, but obviously she still needs to hide.
- and then it’s time for more flirting!!! to keep Paige distracted!!!! hoo boy. like. Beck has already been flirting with Paige as the Renegade, but it’s weird to see his face when he’s doing it. and because she doesn’t actually think/know he’s a threat, Paige is kind of receptive to the flirting. (also I love that Beck said he was an architect and has to walk that back because the train needs his mechanic skills)
- meanwhile, those two ticket takers have hatched a plan to use the train’s escape pod to get out of what seems like imminent fiery death! I’m sure this won’t cause any problems, especially since Keller overheard them plotting!!! and indeed, Keller accidentally gets one of them derezzed, and perhaps rightfully gets denied by the other one when they reach the escape pod! so there’s that!!!! ugh.
- Beck and Paige end up making a pretty good team, all things considered. like, they are definitely on opposite sides, which sucks, but you can kind of tell that the creators were angling for Paige to switch sides at some point in the show (if we had gotten six seasons and a movie……), because they would not be setting this relationship up otherwise. (speaking of ships that are gonna KILL ME……………)
- so Beck and Paige get the train decoupled from the engine, saving all the passengers, but then it turns out—the bridge just outside of Bismuth is fucking BROKEN. like, there ain’t no bridge there, it’s GONE, and anyone still on the engine part of the train (Keller, Paige, Beck) is gonna die a horrible death if they don’t get off or stop the engine!!!! FUCK.
- (also I just gotta say the whole bit in the Bismuth station where the Argon Express is announced as arriving and departing within like five seconds: genuinely hilarious)
- Beck manages to save the day by jamming up the engine with lightcycle parts?? I guess???? anyway, it works, and Beck very nearly dies for it!!! OOF. and then Keller decides that Paige’s heartfelt offer of Tesler’s leniency is too good to pass up and un-defects, and decides at the last possible fucking moment NOT to hand Beck over as a member of the resistance and THANK FUCK FOR THAT. and then Paige reveals her secret—that she’s a medical program—and asks? Beck out?? on a DATE?!?!?!?! OKAY THEN.
- coda: see, I knew the moment Paige offered it that Tesler was not going to quietly let Keller back into the fold. the ONLY reason he spared Paige’s life and started mentoring her after the whole thing with Quorra was capricious fucking whim. no more, no less. he’s a liar and a cold-hearted murderer, and he knows he has Paige’s trust, so he knows he can quietly abuse that trust. so seriously? FUCK HIM. that scene where he derezzed Keller was HORRIFYING and also the darkest fucking Title Drop I’ve seen in this show. FUCK.
- all in all: good episode, A++, would watch Beck flirt again.
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lavender latte: vi
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hawks | takami keigo x reader
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chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4 || chapter 5 || chapter 7 ||
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word count: 6.8k
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warnings: none really! reader’s foot booted, but that’s about it.
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well. here we are. thank u to everyone for reading this sweet, sweet story. we’re not through it yet, but i’m happy to offer a meal with this chapter. enjoy lovies. beta’ed by the lovely love @keiqos.
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You had several problems after returning to your apartment from the hospital. One of your coworkers was nice enough to drive you and your things back, but quickly the niceties stopped and your vague hell began.
Exclusively being on crutches sucked. Navigating your apartment and trying to live somewhat normally was a massive pain. Even just showering was a task that sapped most of your energy. Standing one-legged and balancing made your body ache with a deep soreness, especially the first few days you returned.
This was not even to mention the unpleasant dreams you were having.
‘Unpleasant’ & ‘dreams’ were a nice way of putting it.
You could recall that during your first night in the hospital, one of your doctors told you of the possibility of experiencing a few post-traumatic symptoms. Considering how out of it you were at the time, it was unsurprising how you brushed it off.
The reality was much harder to ignore.
...
Cars revving.
Shouting.
Shattering—
Your eyes flashed open, chest heaving and brow covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Fuck that.
It was the same dream, an obvious recreation of the stimuli of the event. Though it was scattered in your memory, the dreams made it horribly vivid and vibrant despite lacking detail. The sounds and smells of that day clung to you as you shook your head, forcing yourself into wakefulness.
Your comforter was thrown from your body, and you shivered as cold air rushed over you. As jarred as you were, you still swung your legs off the bed, readjusting your boot and your aching leg, half-heartedly glaring at your crutches.
Your apartment wasn’t terribly set up to get around with your limited mobility, but your difficulty functioning didn’t help your overall mental state. Everything was just harder with the boot on, and you did your best to work with it.
Being locked up in your apartment added to the hellishness of it. You were so used to the stimuli and social environment of the teashop, it felt like a cold water shock when you were confined to your home entirely alone except for your cats.
You could, of course, try and venture out into the world. But, it was still winter and the ice-covered sidewalks didn’t seem like the best place to try and crutch around.
Within the first day or two, you resigned yourself to your three-week fate of being holed up.
You had a laundry list of things you could do. Shows and movies to watch, places in your house to clean, your cats to pet, but—
You still had far too much time on your hands.
A lot of your newfound time in the first few days was spent on your back, leg propped up, and draped in ice bags, musing over Hawks.
Hawks.
Holy fuck.
You couldn’t avoid it, couldn’t stop it. Just thinking about him made every part of you swirl and thrum like you were listening to some sort of contently-chorded song and you were more than happy to play it on repeat until your ears bled. Maybe that feeling towards Hawks had always been there (it had), but now you accepted it and stopped holding yourself back as much.
You never thought the idea of someone squeezing your shoulder would send you into literal fits of giggles and butterflies, but boy, did it. Not to mention all of the careful touches and gentle words you two had shared in the aftermath of the attack, though the memories were hazy. What you did remember and cherish was the warmth of him, quirk activated or not. Each time you recalled it, your gut fluttered and your hands twitched.
Your ceiling was the most interesting place to look in your apartment. The plain texture was the perfect canvas to allow your memories of the sweet interactions the two of you had shared to play like comforting reruns. The commercial breaks of these daydreams were the texts exchanged between you and Hawks.
Keigo couldn’t stop thinking about you either.
It wasn’t as distracting as it once was, as he had been more liberal with letting himself text you. The high number of messages between the two of you was maybe ridiculous, but he was a fast texter and you seemed to have plenty of jokes and banter for him to share in.
As good as the texting was, it was also nice to check-in on you and your recovery. You seemed more annoyed than anything else, but Keigo wasn’t so much of an idiot as to think you weren’t in any pain or struggling at all. Though you didn’t explicitly tell him or show him, he was familiar with the pains of healing and could infer some things about your state.
Keigo tried to brighten your day as he could. ‘Hawks’ still had plenty of hero work to do, especially with the information extracted from the recently detained syndicate members. Despite this, he took as much time as he could to stop and send you little snippets and messages which hopefully would help you smile a little.
It did, of course. Just talking to Hawks did.
You had moments of awareness a few times a day where you had to remind yourself that, yes, (Y/N), you were just casual friends and deeply enamored with the number two hero and that sentiment was at least partially returned.
You had a lot of time to wonder to what extent the feelings were returned. They obviously weren’t entirely one-sided, right?
It was completely possible that they were, but you did your best to shake off the thought.
It was more likely that notorious bachelor and flirt, pro hero Hawks, just wanted a fuck with some feelings. To fuck with some feelings, right?
Though, he did say that he cares about you.
But, you definitely can care about someone you only want to fuck.
You wished you had some sort of definitive answer. The murkiness of it all just made the sweetness of the past and the texts of the present seem a bit sour.
Confessing to Hawks was daunting and terrifying. Not to mention, it felt a bit juvenile, all of it. People weren’t supposed to get melty crushes like this past high school, right? Especially not ones this deep on someone who couldn’t possibly feel the same as you, right?
During one of these moments of uncomfortable clarity, your phone beeped as you rested on the couch. Despite not even seeing the message, you knew it would be Hawks.
You grabbed your phone, clicking open the newest message.
[birdboy]: hey hey angel
[birdboy]: look at this fucker i found
The image attached was a photo of Hawks standing next to one of his own billboards, advertising some sort of sports drink. The photo had obviously been taken with a timer, the angle of the photo tilted as Hawks and the billboard were quite small in the frame. It added to the charm of the photo, the way Hawks was holding a feather blade to the throat of his own advert. You could even tell through the pixels he was wearing a wide smile as he did so, wings spread behind him
You snorted.
You and Hawks are just friends, you reminded yourself.
[you]: looks like a punk bitch 2 me dude
[you]: kinda uncanny resemblance tho
[birdboy]: i agree
[birdboy]: he’s hot tho
You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you readjusted on the couch. You weren’t disagreeing, not at all.
[you]: not wrong
[you]: still, punk bitch
[birdboy]: :^(
[birdboy]: feelings = hurt
[birdboy]: please tell me the photo is funny
[birdboy]: it took like five tries
[you]: very funny, im gonna save it and sell when im short on cash
[birdboy]: my publicist will blacklist u
[you]: i’d like to see them try
[birdboy]: is that a challenge angel????
[you]: a promise
There was a break in the messages, though Hawks appeared to be typing.
[birdboy]: unrelated but
[birdboy]: how are you doing?
You paused, taking stock of your disheveled, sleepy self. You were only a few days out of the hospital and you definitely could’ve been worse off.
[you]: im okay!!!
[you]: sore and tired honestly
[birdboy]: :^(
[birdboy]: i'm glad to hear its not worse at least
[birdboy]: ill send u lots more embarrassing photos
[birdboy]: a million angel
[you]: my hero <3
It all was surreal and mentally impossible to avoid.
You really, really liked Hawks and had for a long while.
...
Keigo spent most of the rest of the day busy with patrols and work for the Commission, much to his chagrin. He hardly got a chance to text you. It reminded him of his reality as a pro, his fast-paced nature and how he truly couldn’t slow down, not at that point anyway. He had a brand and habitual way of being that was standard. Even for you, he wasn’t sure if he could slow down, even if he wanted to or needed to.
The idea scared him, pieces of his reality.
But, at the same time, Keigo hadn’t ever felt like this before. The weird, but incredibly alluring and comfortable heat in his chest made him feel like he’d do anything for you. Fuck, he’d fly to the stars and move them if he could, if that’s what it took.
Maybe he even wanted to.
Keigo couldn’t become a different person, for anyone, that’s not how things worked. But if getting closer to you meant... adjusting, he could do that. Easily. He was adaptable as all hell and he’d be glad to use it for something that made him feel good instead of hollow.
Keigo busily flew the day away. As the afternoon turned to night, the sky going pink and purple with dusk, he settled on top of a taller office building. It looked down on a street market, its smells and sounds wafting up to him on his perch.
It gave him an idea.
A good one.
You were inspecting your fridge with a grimace. Balancing on your crutches and being counter-weighed by the boot on your foot made your angry stance a whole lot less intimidating, but it was the sentiment that counted.
Several days post-hospital had done a number on your food supply. The fridge was empty except for a few nearly expired items and condiments. The dry shelves weren’t looking much better.
The shrill sound of your ringtone from the couch made your jump, nearly falling. You teetered back over to it, eye-widening at the caller ID.
[birdboy] calling...
Hawks had never called you before.
You quickly picked up the call, “...Hello?”
“Hey, angel!” Hawks was chipper on the other line. “What’re you up to?”
“Currently?” You hummed, turning forlornly to your kitchen. “Thinking about how I either need to order groceries or order dinner before committing to my couch for the rest of the night. Why? You don’t usually call.”
“I don’t,” Hawks’s smile was apparent in his voice, even through the receiver. “But, I had an idea.”
“Shoot.”
“I might just be near a super good takeout spot. How hard would it be for me to convince you to let me drop some food by your place? My treat.”
You didn’t reply for a second.
Stunned.
“Are you sure?”
“More than, dove. I’m off the rest of the night, anyways.”
Oh.
That gave you an idea—
An idea that would surely push the envelope of your feelings.
Let it.
“Okay, I’m in. One condition.” You bit your lip, willing your stomach to seize fluttering.
“You name it. This place is really good and—”
“I have been going a little stir crazy, and,” You cut him off, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation, “how hard would it be to convince you to come over and stay awhile?”
Hawks was silent.
Your stomach dropped.
“Wait, I-I mean—” You stuttered, trying to gather yourself, but this time Hawks cut you off.
“Like, to hang out?” Hawks sounded shocked on the other line.
“Yes.”
You kept your breathing even and prayed it didn’t read over the call.
“God, dove. I’d love to. I can be over in like ten—”
“Wait,” You fisted the fabric of your sweats. “Can I have a little more time? For myself and my apartment.”
Hawks chuckled on the other end of the line, “Sure, angel. Thirty sound better?”
You let out a sigh of relief, falling on to the back of your couch, “Sounds perfect.”
Keigo decided to tease a bit, his heart pounding in his chest almost painfully. He knew from day one that you were bold, but this was a treat. He had to spare back, just a little.
“Though, dove, I’m sure you look more than perfect yourself. You always do.” He didn’t wait for your response, either out of fear of what you’d say or being a bit smug, he wasn’t sure.
Keigo hung up the call, burying his face in his gloves to try and stifle the blush on his cheeks, though it hardly helped.
It didn’t have to.
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Thirty minutes later and you were mostly sorted.
You managed to throw yourself into the shower, tossing on something half-way decent, but still comfortable. Had to keep it casual.
Crutching around your apartment, you picked up what clutter you could, mind spinning. Hawks coming over to your fucking apartment filled you with elated, and yet terrifying, anxiety. A few times while cleaning, you legitimately paused to muffle quiet screams in your hand at the prospect.
You felt like you were going to burst.
Keigo did too, notably.
He took the time to fly all the way back to his apartment, take the world’s fastest shower, and throw on some clothes other than his costume. Going back to get food, his hands shook as he handed the bills to the starry-eyed vendor who he’d just written an autograph for.
You’d sent a quick text just before he’d left with a description of your balcony, so neither of you would have to figure out how to let him in through the roof.
As he flew to your place, Keigo felt like he was going to implode.
He didn’t ‘hang out’ with people. Nope, far too busy for anything like that. He was a compulsory workaholic, it was part of his mental brand of being (or, mental ‘branding’, maybe). The closest he got to casual time with folks was the preamble before a hookup or the time he had spent at the tea shop with you. Actually going to spend time with someone, casually, and it was you? It was all new and terrifying.
But, above all? Exciting.
The whole situation opened many doors, all of which Keigo pictured and picked apart as he neared your apartment. There were so many potential situations to appraise and plan for, he felt overwhelmed by it all.
The opportunity to spend some... time with you outside of the tea shop was a necessity, right? Keigo’s original idea had been to drop off some food and banter for a while, but the idea of spending one of his precious nights off with you was so much better than he could’ve expected.
Not to mention the warm bit of validation sparked by the fact that you asked him to come over, you wanted him around —
It felt nice.
So nice.
You paused, hearing telltale scuffing of someone on your balcony.
Oh my god.
He’s here.
Hawks is here.
You gulped, shaking your head.
Don’t you dare chicken out now. Commit, dammit. You’re just... hanging out. With your friend.
Yeah.
A knock on the glass pulled you to the door of your balcony, hobbling to slide it open on your crutches.
Hawks was happy to push the door the rest of the way open, stepping inside with a bag of takeout slung on his arm.
Your mouth parched, seeing him once again in civilian clothing. Was it... normal to get turned on by the fact that he looked normal?
As Hawks stepped into your humble apartment, wings tucked tightly to his back, you drank him in, hair ruffled with his clear visor placed on top of his head to push back the windswept front pieces. He wore a white sweater and black trousers complete with heavy black boots that were quickly untied and left by the door.
“You’re staring, you know,” Hawks interrupted your thoughts as you straightened up on your crutches.
Recover.
“Can’t prove that,” You tutted, crutching away from the door. “Also, welcome. Watch out for my cats, they might try to get a mouthful of your feathers.”
“Duly noted,” Hawks clicked his tongue, standing up and following you as you meander to the kitchen.
Keigo had to admit that your apartment was relatively... cute. He was used to his own, seldom-used digs. He had a big, uncomfortably nice penthouse with too many disused rooms and too much open space. Fixtures and furniture that were too expensive, probably, but it had been far easier to hire some big-name interior designer and not bother with dealing with it himself. Keigo had trouble keeping many ‘personal’ possessions, anyways. His training with the Commission made him almost revile the thought of keeping unnecessary, material objects, sans a few.
Your home was the exact opposite.
Maybe it was that he didn’t know how to have a personal touch that it made your cozy little apartment feel so full of them.
Little photos and artworks on walls or in frames caught Keigo’s eyes as he followed you to the kitchen. He took note of several blankets on the couch, catching sight of the plushie he’d given you at the hospital. Even the lighting of the apartment was personal, diffuse. With how easily overstimulated you became, it made sense that you’d keep your apartment so ambiently dim.
“So, first off, thank you for coming by and delivering dinner. I am eternally grateful,” You bowed dramatically, leaning to flail out a crutch at the motion. “Second, as payment, I’ll make you a drink. Maybe not with my quirk, but I have some of my old tea blends here.”
“It’s the least I could do,” Keigo shrugged, setting the takeout down on the counter while his ever-present grin nearly hurt his face from how relentless it was. “And tea? Show me what you’ve got. Or, should I trust you to pick one out for me?”
You hummed, clicking your tongue before moving across the kitchen to a different set of cabinets, “I think I’ve actually got a good one for you. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Lay on the details, angel,” Keigo hummed, leaning against the lip of the counter.
You did have the perfect blend in mind. It wasn’t too old, hardly stale. It would pair as well as a nice tea could with fried takeout, judging by the smells wafting from the bag on the counter.
“It’s one I made for a brunch we catered a few months back. It’s just a white tea raspberry blend, but it’s not delicate. It should stand up to any sort of food you’ve brought. Thank you, by the way.”
Setting your crutches down, you started to push yourself up onto the counter without thinking much of it, booted-foot going limp off the edge.
“Of course, anytime— woah, angel,” His voice choked as you wavered on the edge of the counter, off-balance.
There was a short flap of wings and rush of air as you tried to rebalance, cursing the deadweight of your leg.
If Hawks hadn’t been directly behind you, you probably would’ve eaten shit.
You turned yourself as far as you could, cheeks going hot.
Hawks’ face was just inches away from yours. That was even to mention the hands hovering around your waist, chest brushing up against your back.
“S-sorry,” Did he just fucking stutter? “You looked like you were about to eat shit there.”
The words hardly reach you, you were too busy actively telling yourself not to stare at his pretty, plump lips because that is not something friends do. Not the can of worms you needed to open, right?
“I-,” You turned away from him, stretching up to the tea tin that had been out of your reach. “To think you’ve saved me from falling while reaching for loose leaf tea, twice.”
“All in a day's work,” His hands twitched around your sides but hardly shifted until you began to descend from the countertop. In fact, Hawks hardly moved away at all until you were situated back on your crutches.
You pretended not to notice the flush on his cheeks.
Maybe, it was a bit too close. Definitely too close, and bad circumstances, but god, you wanted more and more of him.
You swallowed your desires down, cracking a smile.
Be normal.
Be cool!
You shook the tin, leaves and dried fruit rattling inside, “So, cream or sugar?”
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The two of you ended up on the couch, picking through the several boxes of takeout that Hawks had brought. Most of dinner was spent bantering back and forth about one of Hawks’ newest modeling contracts and if it was ‘ethical’ for him to wear his own feathers for the sake of ‘fashion’?
“So, off-topic from insulting my employment ethics, ” Hawks spoke while munching on a piece of chicken. “You surviving?”
“Barely,” You laughed, setting down your utensils with a huff. “I forget how isolation makes you go a little crazy. I’m running out of dumb shit to watch and even dumber shit to send you.”
Hawks snorted, setting down his own box, having had his fill, “I know you are more than adept at combing the internet for more good shit to send me.”
“I mean, maybe, but you keep sending me juicy photos of you being a dumbass. They’re hard to show up, you know?” You side-eyed him at the birdish tilt of his head.
“You don’t need to show me up, angel,” Hawks reminded you, some feathers packing up what was left of the food. “Though, it’s fun. You’re fun.”
You internally winced at the sentiment but forced the smile on your face not to waver.
It was a needed reminder.
This close to Hawks, you could fucking smell him. Maybe it was a little creepy, but you remembered it so well, after the villain attack. The scent of some sort of spicy cologne and old sweat, but it was hardly unpleasant. No, it was intoxicating. It made you feel almost fuzzy, as it wafted around like some reminder that Hawks and you were so close.
You thanked the stars that the apartment lacked the stimuli to make your quirk activate on its own.
Your couch wasn’t very large, and it seemed even smaller with how Hawks had laid his wings over it. They were propped up over the back, outstretched just the smallest bit to relieve some pressure. All the same, the massive feathers made you feel minuscule.
Even the way he was sitting was intoxicating and a bit gut-wrenching. It was casual, the way he leaned back against the far cushions, legs somewhat spread with an ankle over the opposite knee. The pose oozed a weird, untouchable confidence that you hadn’t seen in Hawks in months, maybe ever. At least, not directed at you.
Despite the warm nature of his words, he seemed guarded.
It made your throat dry.
Keigo was quite on edge. He hadn’t meant to get so close in the kitchen, really, he hadn’t. But, seeing you dangling off the edge of the counter like that, even if it was harmless and mundane, made his entire body and mind react before he could think.
But, you weren’t in any danger. Even if you had been, Keigo would’ve been there to catch you.
He’d put himself out of it, overthinking the whole thing. You were fine. Safe.
The other part of his mind spun with how he wanted to be so much closer.
Feeling the warmth of your body, the lines of your waist, the thrum of your heart and breath so fucking close—
It was a lot.
But, he was well-trained and not going to choke.
He’d shoved himself to the opposite side of the couch to you, keeping his boundaries up, strong as steel and hard as carbon.
Of course, Keigo knew the feelings were mutual. That didn’t mean that none of this was terrifying in the same way that it was exhilarating.
As much as he wanted to be closer (so much closer), Keigo remained careful. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was ruin something before it had even truly happened.
You sat back against the couch, repositioning your injured leg on the coffee table, “So, thoughts.”
“On?”
You didn’t look at Keigo as you replied, rather glared at your TV, “What to watch?”
“Oh,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “We’re watching something?”
“You tell me. I imagine you don’t get lots of time to do this sort of thing, do you?”
Hawks didn’t reply for a moment, sitting deeper into the couch, “Not really.”
“Then indulge, tailfeathers,” You tossed the remote in his lap. “Anything, go for it. Go nuts.”
Hawks nearly put on watching a reality cooking show, before you said that that was off-limits, per an odd conversation from way back when where he had admitted to be hot for Gordon Ramsey. He had been a little too vague as to whether or not he would pop a boner from Gordon’s filmed degradations. And truthfully, if anything was gonna give Hawks a hard-on tonight, you were determined for it not to be competitive cooking TV. Maybe, just maybe, you’d rather it be you.
...
Eventually, he settled on some psychological thriller you’d never heard of.
Keigo hadn’t either.
He was glad that you couldn’t hear his heart in the same way he heard your’s pounding.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you crutch around, turning the already dim lights lower.
Calm the down, Hawks.
Calm the fuck down.
He’d never even done this before. Keigo wasn’t sure how to handle the situation, even if it was as simple as watching a film.
It would’ve been simpler if the tension in the air was thick and foggy, clouding over his consciousness as he tried to focus on anything other than your nearness and how much he wanted to drag you into his lap.
…
His feathers fluttered as you plopped back onto the couch, pulling a blanket over your lap and offering one to him.
He took it, settling it over his lap as the movie went on.
You weren’t an idiot. You could feel the blood rushing in your hot ears as you fisted the blanket over your legs.
Your mind spoke a lot louder than you wanted it to:
Just fucking do it.
Do what exactly?
The paramount thought that was causing anxiety to twirl in your gut.
Maybe, you could just tell him how you felt.
Maybe just hold his hand.
Maybe get fucking rejected because he’s out of your league and out of bounds.
Maybe even kiss him—
You were torturing yourself, the movie just background noise to your internal dilemma.
You’d asked him to your apartment and Hawks had bought you fucking dinner. That wasn’t a lot, sure, maybe, but there were also the months of lead-up.
There were all of the cold mornings and cheeky grins you gave each other in the waking coffee shop. There were the fuzzy jokes, the lingering glances, and the tight feeling you got in your chest whenever he graced you with mere eye contact.
It felt like you were already in too deep to not be honest about how you felt towards him. Fuck, you’d been in too deep for months. Every time you made him a damn drink, you wanted to just drink him in. You were all fluttering hearts and sweet smiles for him in a way that you couldn’t suppress, only squash in moments of such intense anxiety like this—
“Hey, dove?” It was Hawks, shocking you from your turmoil with a soft voice. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yeah, I’m good.” Your reply was curt and clipped.
Make a decision now.
Pull the bandage off, (Y/N).
It’ll just be worse, the longer you wait.
Maybe Hawks did just want to fuck with some cute feelings, the seemingly longing looks be damned. Yeah, you liked him way more than for just a fuck, that was obvious and unavoidable. Besides, it’d be better to know than to not know, right?
“You sure? If the movie’s too much, we can turn it off,” Hawks sounded genuinely concerned from the other side of the couch.
...
You committed, taking a deep breath and turning to Hawks.
“It’s not that,” You looked at the couch between the two of you, tracing the seam of the cushion. “The movie’s fine.”
“Then, you’re not feeling great for another reason?” Keigo asked, feeling each of your breaths and heartbeats like bass drums in his ears. He hides the shaking of his hands by crossing them over his chest. “You can talk to me, (Y/N).”
“Can I?” You asked, shaking your head and laughing at yourself. “Hawks, I need to do something really fucking stupid.”
Holy fuck.
Are they—
“What’s that?”
His voice was smaller than he wanted it to be.
“Fuck, Hawks,” You finally forced yourself to look at him, taking in his guarded posture and pained expression.
Your heart sank.
“I just need to be honest with you.”
Hawks’s brow soured, lips twitching, “Go for it, dove.”
You laughed, maybe trying to soothe yourself, “It’s probably is just, so fucking stupid, all things considered.”
You ran a hand through your hair, biting your lip between sentences and willing yourself to just get it out—
“Hawks, I like you. A lot.”
He still didn’t say anything and you could feel shards of your heart drive into your lungs.
You forced yourself to look up at him, smiling with the slight release of tension in your sternum, however painful.
“I know, we’re just friends, right? I’m just the barista and you’re my special, pro hero regular. I know I’m overstepping right now, but it feels unfair for me to not be honest with you.”
Keigo already knew this, right? He knew how you felt, fuck, he’d felt how you felt. He just wasn’t prepared for the exploding and thrumming in his chest when you told him with your sweet lips and kind words.
Why did it feel so different when you were smiling at him like you were in pain and telling him so fucking honestly with your words?
It was the thing about you that he admired the most, that candor in your tone and the grin in your cheeks as you spoke so.
But, your smile was falling, leaving watery-looking eyes.
“Hawks, I like you. Way too much for friends, and I needed to say something.”
Keigo’s mouth was dry.
For the first time in so fucking long, he was genuinely speechless.
He couldn’t recall a time in his life anyone had spoken so earnestly to him, just you. Just you, you, you— casually, over and over again, you talked to him like he was something real and something to be cared for. It was subtle, but it was one of the many things that made him want you closer.
Yet, despite all his bundled up desires, he was lost for words.
“I’m sorry—”
He stopped you, “(Y/N), please don’t apologize.”
“But—”
“(Y/N).”
Hawks’ voice was sharp. It made the expression on your face rapidly fall.
He looked at you with rapt attention, arms uncrossing from his chest.
He turned to you on the couch, feathers fluffed up and twitching.
Your nose stung as Hawks, all pretty golds and ambers, shook out an exhale and balled up the blanket in his lap.
“Hawks—”
“Why would you need to be sorry?”
Hawks looked at you with wide eyes, brow creased. His shoulders were... shaking?
Your head spun, leg aching, “... What do you mean?”
Hawks finally met your gaze, giving you the sweetest, saddest smile you’d ever seen, “Dove, you’re acting like there’s no way I could feel the same way.”
Every cell in your body stuttered.
“You’ve done it since we’ve met.”
Hawks scooted closer on the cushions of the couch.
“You’ve always acted like there’s just no way I could like you, give a shit about you—”
He moved a bit closer.
You couldn’t make yourself move.
“You want to know the truth?”
You creaked out a nod.
Keigo couldn’t help the way he went to cup your cheeks in his hands, thumbs rubbing along the apples of your cheeks. You lean into his touch, just like at the hospital, despite the blend of absolute fear and confusion in your expression.
“How could I not care about you, dove?” And it finally came out. “I care about so much— dove, I don’t know what to fucking say.”
That made you speechless, lips parting just the slightest bit as Hawks continued, losing composure with his morphing expressions.
He wet his lips, swallowing, “Dove, I’ve never—any of this. I-I don’t know what o-or how to say any of what I want to right now.”
You speak before thinking.
“Show me, if you don’t know how to say it.”
The idea seemed so novel as Keigo ran a thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth. He met your gaze with the gooiest, sweetest look you’d ever seen in your life, “You want me to?”
“Please.”
It was all the two of you had wanted for a while now, right?
“If I kiss you, I’m not ever gonna be able to make this go away, am I?” Keigo was speaking to himself, just above his breath. But, you were more than close enough to hear him.
“Hey, Hawks? I don’t know if we can make ‘this’ try to go away.” You grabbed one of the hands cupping your face, pulling it away, only to shakily press in your lips to the bones on the back of it. “I don’t want to anymore.”
“Y-you gotta stop being so sweet, (Y/N)—”
Neither of you could wait a moment longer.
Your arms wrapped around Keigo’s shoulder. In the same motions, he pulled you closer by your waist, dragging you finally closer to him.
He held your jaw like you were the most precious thing in the world. Because, truthfully, you were to him. The sentiment was shared Deeply.
Your lips pressed together and the long-held tensions in your chests mutually shattered, dissolving in the honeyed touch of each other’s genuine attention.
You angled your head perfectly, Keigo’s hand guiding you as his mouth worked against yours. It wasn’t a particularly steamy sort of affair, but by god, it wasn’t in any way chaste. Not with the tight grip and thumbing on your ribs. Not with the way your hands tangled in the soft (holy fuck, soft) hair at the base of Keigo’s skull.
You both tasted each other's sweetness, craving more of it after denying yourselves of it for so long. It was white-hot, exploding behind your eyes, even as your quirk remained dormant. Keigo was honey and cream and smoked spices all dancing across your palette.
To Keigo? You were sweet, cool water over a hot burn. You were the heat of a hearth rolling over him on the coldest of days. He swears that in the first moments he finally got to be close to you, and over and over again— he finally understood how your quirk worked.
There was no way that finally feeling you, feeling you as he felt you, could be described with just five senses.
You pulled away first, gasping for breath and arching your back into him. You lingered as close as you could, pressing your forehead to Keigo’s while your breaths mingled. You didn’t dare stray far.
“Was that enough to show you?” Keigo asked, breathless. He kept a wide hand against your back, urging you with a bit of soft pressure to put your weight into it. You complied, settling in his hold as Keigo stroked at your hot cheeks.
You nodded, beaming up at him with that sunny smile of yours. It never failed to make heat burn through Keigo and god, did it feel good to finally let it unabashed.
“I take it, you like me too, huh,” You smiled, looking a bit embarrassed.
“Very much, very much,” Keigo repeated, pressing a kiss to your nose (he’d always wanted to do that). “So much, (Y/N). I apologize for not saying anything sooner. This is just...”
“New to you, right?” You finished his sentence, thumbing along the back of his neck in a way that made Keigo just melt. “It’s been a while for me too, if it makes you feel better.”
“It does, dove. Thank you.” Keigo let out a deep breath, shaking his head against yours. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.”
“It’s alright, same goes for me,” As much as you needed to adjust due to the angle of your recovering leg, you couldn’t make yourself do it. You were so wonderfully close to Hawks, you never wanted to move.
“If we’re being honest, then I need to be honest with you,” Hawks met your eyes, his expression going a little dimmer.
You braced for the worst.
He picked up your shift easily, finally able to express how quickly he caught your mood after so long of being attuned to it.
“Oh wait, no, (Y/N), nothing terrible, I promise,” Hawks rubbed at your sides. “It’s about the miel.”
“The... miel?” You cocked your head to the side, confused, recalling the drink somewhat hazily. “The drink I made you on the day of... the attack?”
Hawks gave you a tense smile, “That one, yeah. Remember how you said it was just based on your ambient feelings?”
“Uh-huh.” You let confusion lace your tone until it slowly started to dawn on you.
“You made the drink, ambiently, around me—”
Your eyes widened, mouth falling open, “Oh my god, Hawks, did my feelings for you get in the drink?”
Hawks graced you with a sweet, sympathetic smile, fingers tucking at the hair around your ear, “They did, dove. I’ve kind of known for a few days, it just hasn’t been the time or setting to say something. I apologize.”
“N-no, it’s okay, I totally understand,” You sighed into his grip. “I really thought it might be something worse.”
“Consider your worries assuaged,” Hawks hummed, eyes drifting to your boot. He deadpanned suddenly. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad does your leg hurt right now?”
Fairly bad, considering. You were half on your knees, the booted leg twisted awkwardly while still raised to the coffee table. This wasn’t even to mention the arch of your back so you could be all that closer to Hawks.
The pain of the position was easy to forget; you were still shaking from kissing Hawks just once.
“Uh, maybe like a seven, once I can feel anything other than how good you felt just now,” you hummed, grinning up at Hawks as his face went bright red.
The infinite pleasure you received, making him blush so sweetly.
He shook it off, squeezing your sides, “Cute. Very cute. Mutually returned sentiment, but let’s adjust.”
You nodded but didn’t have much time to react as a bundle of Hawks’s feathers lifted you every which way, albeit incredibly gently. All said and done, he was fully upright against the back of the couch. With the support of a feather or two, Hawks’s arms tugged you into his lap. Your legs stretched to the side, the booted one immediately propped up by a feather-supplied pillow.
You both settled yourselves, blushing and leaning on each other now that you finally were allowing yourself to.
Keigo fully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against him. One of his wings even shifted to drape over one his shoulder, sheltering the two of you in a canopy of a crimson. Keigo let his hands wander over your hips, not seeking anything more than blessed attention and heat. You gave it all to him, tucking your face into his collarbone, drowning in the scent that made you feel at home.
Keigo pressed his lips to your crown and legitimately shuddering.
He spoke to himself, so faintly and quietly, you hardly caught it, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
There was melancholy in his voice, but you were quick to strip it away.
You brushed your lips along his jaw, savoring the way he held you tighter, “I have too. Can we do this more?”
“Anytime, dove. Anytime.”
“Right now sound good?”
You withdrew to beam up at him as you were so good at doing, only to be smothered by craving-satiating kisses anywhere Keigo could get to. The sweet, high laughter that he dripped onto you made your heart burst all over again.
And you finally, finally fell into the other sweetly, warmly, and properly.
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Cabin House
if this dosen’t take im shooting myself $wag no TW except usual sadness. Slight simp anakin and breeding kink but iykyk
She sat outside on the porch in her rocking chair, watching the ship in front of her lower its self onto the meadow surrounding the cabin that she lived in with her husband. She smiled to herself, her hands rubbing her pregnant stomach in relief that he was home. It was a new feeling to both of them, homeliness. A family that is now back together. Or at the very least, the start of one.
They had met when they were both young, Anakin was in Jedi training, and Y/n was a mechanic at the same temple. It was a decent gig, she reasoned with herself. The many hours and days spent watching and learning from her father in his shop had paid off.
Born and raised in the capital of the galaxy, the high life never slowed down. There was always loud traffic, busy trade; the planet never slept. Anyone could go to a party or club; some festival was always happening. The temple was different, a little peace in the concrete jungle. As the war started, the need for maintenance shot up—the urgency to fix whatever droids or ships needed to be rewired or mending broken welds. Simultaneously, the Jedi and the politicians tried to restore the balance, maintenance fixing everything else.
A job was a job, and getting herself out of her father’s small auto body garage was a priority for her. Pulling night shift sucked, but the lack of staff and management who wanted to do nights meant she could get away with a lot.
It started when the shy padawan walked up to her, the shift partner in the area she worked with was sleeping in his chair, and even tho he was older than her and had more experience, Y/n didn’t wake him up. It was her first real interaction with someone who was force sensitive, and she was thanking the stars that this boy somehow made his way to her.
It wasn’t because he was lost. Anakin had been at the temple long enough to know it by hand and could probably draw blueprints of the entire layout. The way around maintenance wasn’t that hard, as he often borrowed material from them to fix small stuff he could handle. Anakin had caught glimpses of her, he would stare at her for the few seconds it took to pass each other while he was leaving the ship and for maintenance to check it for any repairs that needed to be done.
“What’s up, Starboy?” Y/n teased. Even though she had never met him formally, he was quite well known for his destiny.
He shuffled his feet around, and all the confidence he once had was gone. He looked at her before looking down at the table she was in front of, watching her set down the wrench she was fiddling with.
“I need an arm.” He shot out, not even knowing how to ask for such a thing.
“An arm?” She had responded, wanting to make sure he had said the right thing. “Why do you need an arm-” She asked but quickly stopped as he dropped his robe, and she realized he was missing the very thing he had asked for. “Oh. You need an arm.”
It took about six months for the arm to be built. It took a lot of measurements, calculating, and many, many nights for it to be made giving Anakin time to grow his confidence back up and flirt relentlessly with her. Telling her that it didn’t bother him that he would almost get little to no sleep because ‘being with you is a dream I never want to wake up from.’ On the nights he didn’t see her he would tell her, ‘Even though I couldn’t be with you, I still see you in my dreams. The best dreams I will ever have will always be the ones where you are in it. My dreams with you are so sweet to the violent reality of being a Jedi.’
The last night the two spent together working on his arm, or to be honest it was just her while Anakin would pour his heart out to her, hoping for something, a kiss, or even the simple statement that she returned his feelings.
“If I have any problems with my arm, I’m coming to you. For my arm and my heart, you are the only one who knows how to fix them. Help me Y/n, my heart hurts, it burns for you. Every time I leave you or think about how you aren’t mine it aches. It’s so painful. Fix it, please. Tell me you don’t feel the same way, that your heart beats differently to the tune of mine.” He told her, watching her with doe eyes as she concentrated on wiring the last few things together.
“Isn’t that against your rules?”
“Attachment is forbidden, possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say I am encouraged to feel this way about you.” He stated, awkwardly biting his lip which made her giggle.
“In three days, I have time off, maybe then you can teach me about this new teaching, and I can teach you something about how to use the arm.”
Neither of them expected it to be like this. Married and expecting. The moment she had told Anakin the news, he had immediately begun thinking of moving. Getting away from the city life and going somewhere more quiet and peaceful. Somewhere the war could not disturb them, so they landed in Alderaan. The whole planet was pulled right from a painting, and the moment they settled on the cozy cabin, they both realized that after years of running around, they finally found their home. With each other, in their soon-to-be family, and in Alderaan.
As the ship lowered its self to the ground, the woman awkwardly got out of the chair and stood up, holding onto the wooden frame of the porch. Anakin swiftly got out, smiling from ear to ear as he saw her waiting for him. His feet moved on their own as he ran to her, watching her take careful steps to meet him. Before she knew it, his arms were around her, pulling her into him. “Don’t strain yourself for me.” He whispered, kissing her head.
She was thirty-three weeks into her pregnancy with twins. The two babies growing safely in her womb had made things more difficult for her in terms of moving around, and she had long forgotten her shoes.
They didn’t move in right away. They waited until work became difficult for Y/n, getting down to work on something wasn’t easy anymore, and she couldn’t be on her feet for more than an hour and a half until her feet started hurting. On the other hand, Anakin wanted to move in as soon as they got it. ‘You shouldn’t have to work, you’re pregnant with our babies, and I want you to enjoy this.’ He also knew how chatty the maintenance section was and was not looking forward to any rumors that could be spread about his wife. ‘Tell them they are mine. I’m not going to let them disrespect my children by disrespecting you. Tell them that I got you pregnant, that you took me in, and this is what my seed is doing to you.’
“How are you, my angel?” He asked, watching as the moonlight hit her face. He had been gone for most of the pregnancy, being forced to leave after her first doctor’s appointment that confirmed that Y/n was with child. Only then, she was nine weeks far too early to be showing anything. He came back to her a few weeks later, and the first thing he did when he greeted her was to kiss her fourteen-week stomach, but he didn’t stay long. The three days they were together were spent moving quickly into the new house. Only the important things she needed were to stay back at the temple so she could continue with work. They didn’t have much, but Anakin insisted on carrying everything, telling her that she was not even to lift her jewelry box because he didn’t want anything to happen to the babies.
“Bored. I’ve been itching to get back to work; there’s only so much you can crochet before you want to stab yourself with the needles.” She joked, making them both laugh.
“And the babies?” He asked, his hands dropping to rub the sides of her stomach. It brought him pride to see her like this. Seeing her carrying his child, seeing her full belly, smiling at the thought of the stretch marks that clung to her round belly, knowing that her body was adjusting well. The few times he was able to see Y/n through the hologram, he always admired his wife’s new changing body.
“Restless. I’m hoping now that you’re home, they’ll calm down for a little bit.” Anakin pulled her into a soft kiss. The whole time he had been away, she and the babies were always on his mind. He would wonder if they were kicking or thinking about what to name them. He would think about Y/n, if she was sleeping and if she was pushing herself too hard. He felt terrible for not being there to hold her hair back through morning sickness or walk her around to make sure she got the proper exercise she needed. He felt so useless.
“How long do I have you back for?” She asked. It was an impossible question because no matter what time frame they had, it wouldn’t be enough. She just wanted him to be here with her, safe. The only good part about being away from the temple was she got away from all the rumors about her husband being dead or being held somewhere and tortured. She wanted him here in their home, enjoying the moments and milestones that she was going through alone. She had convinced herself that if - stars forbid it- something happened to Anakin, she could do it by herself. She could raise the kids and do what she could to make ends meet. It’d be challenging, and she understood that. But in her opinion, what could be harder than going through this pregnancy alone? Forcing herself to get the rooms ready, forcing her co-workers at the temple to help her in the later stages because she couldn’t depend on Anakin.
He quietly led her to the house, purposefully ignoring the question because he knew that it wouldn’t be the one she wanted to hear. Only when she asked again as they reached the front door, he answered. “A week. Then I have to go back, and I don’t know where the council is sending me. Probably to Hutta.”
“You’re gonna be here for the births, right?” She pressed, stepping into the warm cabin and away from the cool breeze of the night along with his arms.
“Y/n, I promise that once our children are born, I will be there for everything,” He reassured her. He knew it was a promise that he couldn’t keep. That the Jedi council would most likely tear him away from his family sooner or later. With war, or keeping the force away from the Darkside, he knew that it would be something. “Don’t look at me like that, Angel. You know how hard this is for me. You knew what you were getting yourself into.” He took a step towards her, but she shook her head and stepped back, turning around and began waddling herself towards the shared bedroom.
“But I didn’t expect it to be left by myself throughout this.” His wife began, with Anakin following her quickly. “All alone and pregnant just to have you, my husband, show up for a few hours or a few days if I am lucky. Then to have him leave me alone again.”
“Am I not here, in our home when I can be?”
“Our home?” She raised her voice, “It feels as if you are no more than a guest.” Finally turning around to look at him before walking over to the bed and sitting down facing away from him, looking out the window that gave a view of the spacecraft out front. “Anakin, I want to go back to the Coruscant.”
“Going back wouldn’t change a thing.” His words were forced, trying to stay calm and not lose his temper. He was a good husband, or at least he tried to be. It wasn’t easy - for anyone. But he tried, skipping meetings and purposefully doing stuff to get close to you, reporting ships and droids as broken so he could sit with you as you worked on them. Even now, with the war, just being on the opposite side of the same planet was enough for him. “You know that I can’t control what happens out there. I don’t get to pick and choose when I get to stay home!” His anger was cut off by the sound of her whimper.
“Y/n, Starlight,” He was cautious with his words now, “Y/n?” She would not face him as he sat down next to her on the corner of the bed, his head down in shame. “Please tell me you don’t regret this.” Any of this, he thought to himself, knowing it was always her who got the short end of the lifestyle they had to hide.
“Anakin, our love is like the Coruscant. It’s messy at first glance, and it’s hard to understand why it hasn’t just fallen apart in chaos. It doesn’t make any sense. But if you squint hard enough and really focus in,” She began slowly, trying not to fall apart. “You can see how nice and beautiful and all of the great things you can get out of it.” Her lip quivered, and her voice broke, letting the painful tears she was holding in anymore. “But I’m so tired of squinting.”
Neither of them looked at each other. While Y/n cried into her hands, Anakin just sat there, trying to figure out what to do. “I-” The reality that this could be it, this is all about to end, made him re-think his words. Did he miss something? Was he too happy that he was starting a family with the girl he fell in love with at nineteen to realize that she was now, what? Fallen out of love for him while she was right about to give birth? For once, Anakin was speechless. He could still fix this, right? I have to fix this. She’s fucking pregnant with my children. Our children.
“What do you want then? I’m here, now, Angel. I -I don’t know what you want.” His voice was pitiful, but she was strong. She had to if she was going to do this alone.
“I want you to get in your ship and leave.”
As soon as she said it, he was protesting, ”Go where? Baby, please, don’t make me go back.” He was the one crying now, tears falling mercilessly down his face, realizing that this was it.
“I don’t care where you go, Anakin. Just- you can’t stay here. You make me too sad.”
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Fanfic Tropes In A Bunch of Spiderman Fics That I Hate:
(In this instance, I'm putting myself in [y/n]'s shoes)
Disclaimer: I'm not criticizing anybody's writing. Alot of these are just my personal pet peeves and this is just my opinion and shouldn't be taken seriously.
1) Walking In
(I don't really hate this one it's just super funny to me how unrealistic it always is) That one trope in smut fics when the reader walks in on Peter masturbating and it's all embarrassing and they leave but then they come back and they offer to help him get off.
Like...what???
No dates, no relationship. No, this is just your crush that you walked in on and all of a sudden now you're screwing?... No. That's never how those situations work and if it ever does that's mad weird. And if you think PETER PARKER, the king of anxiety is gonna do that??? Ahahahahaha
2) Superhero Secret Identity Issues
It always makes me laugh in fics when Peter's Spiderman secret gets out and the reader ends up getting mad and feeling betrayed and it leads to all that unnecessary drama and he keeps explaining why and all the dangers to telling her and how he wants to keep her safe, but she's still like "tHe DiShOnEsTy"
Like????
If my best friend/boyfriend/love interest has been ghosting me and leaving unanswered questions and I found out it's because this whole time they're literally a superhero and they've been saving lives and almost dying every night, the last thing I would do is get mad at them. I'd be like "oh so now that all makes sense. Now everything's fallen into place." Legit the most Peter Parker would get from me is a "That's awesome! Stay safe tho." I would understand why he would have to lie about that. Maybe I'm just a different breed but it ain't that hard to be understanding.
No one likes being lied to, but when it's literally a life or death issue, you can't at least be a little understanding? I swear the y/n's in these Spiderman fics are so selfish sometimes as if they can't grasp the fact that their boyfriend is a literal superhero. This man has to save the world then come back home and deal with your eMoTiOnS.
3) Love Triangles
Simple. I'm just too loyal for this. If I'm talking to a guy, I'm talking to that one guy. Even if two guys like me, I'm not gonna go around entertaining more than one.
4) Pining
On paper, yeah pining is great.
But in real life??? PINING SUCKS no matter which side of it you're on.
On one side, you're trying to go after someone who has or hasn't made it clear that they don't feel the same way. And that crap hurts. Because you can't stop the feelings, but at the same time, you know it probably won't work. It's a losing battle (even though in most fics they actually do end up getting together because ✨happy endings✨)
And on the other side there's being pined after. Lemme tell you from experience, it's not fun. If I don't like you, and I make that clear. I dare you to try me again. Your face will meet a fist. Don't stare at me from across the room. Don't flirt with me. And I wish you would touch me. Pls give me an excuse to break your legs. It's just pretty uncomfortable and in the end I just feel bad for you.
5) Miscommunication
😂😂😂These characters will be beating around the bush, prancing over the bush, frickin galloping on it. Like SAY WHAT YOU NEED TO SAYYYYYYY. SPIT👏IT👏OUT👏. THESE FICS COULD END IN ONE CHAPTER IF YOU JUST COMMUNICATE WHAT YOU'RE FEELINGGGG.
6) Y/n's
This happens in like every fandom with fanfiction but I see it alot in Peter fics.
It's like writers can't find a common medium with the y/n's their fics. They're either SUPER submissive and overly selfless or SUPER aggressive and overly selfish. Like... that's not the only way to write a character you know that right? There's something called variety.
And then alot of writers, trying to stray away from the submissive, make their main character SO annoying and try to hide behind "characters need flaws!" "They have to have a hubris!"
Yeah... that's valid but there's a difference between a flaw and your character's whole personality just being an aggressively stubborn dweeb. The way some of you guys use that excuse is like trying to apply that logic to Eric Cartman instead of Han Solo.
Literally Peter will be in the hospital dying and the y/n would be like
These y/n's in some of the Peter fics are such selfish and just terrible people that make every issue about themselves ngl that it gets me really questioning how Peter likes them because if I were him, I wouldn't waste my time.
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in regards to what you pointed out a few posts ago, ngl one of my least favorite fandom things is when they make Kaminari the Har Har Stupid Joking ADHD Bi Playboy Who Is Never Serious Trope. like, he's very smart, 'worst in ___ area of a UA course' is very impressive and I don't remember if it even said that or just that he was studying with some other students, worried about his grades overall, calls himself stupid with implied insecurities about it, and didn't think he was very smart compared to the other people in the course. quirk overuse makes him loopy, incoherent, and think everything's funny. and yeah, he's a bit of a flirt and made a few perverted comments and actions that he clearly didn't think through that well. I'm pretty sure he's not ever stated to be bi in the manga because it was written by a coward, so I think people should think more about why they're associating and pairing together the idea of "hot flirty playboy who if legally able would sleep with everyone he meets" with emphasis or joke in the captions of whatever the content is on him being bi. I don't think this is inherently bad, even put together, but the execution feels kind of :/ and shallow. and I mainly just wish they'd pause to consider if there's any reason (subconscious or intentional) why one of those makes them think about the other, and at the very least lean back to see if they're blatantly making those traits centric around each other and tweak how they're showing them a little. Part of this is also because it's basically his fanon sexuality, but then they stick together "oh he's bi and everyone thinks that" and "he's made flirty or perverted comments and actions in canon at some point" and then mentally exaggerate and have this Canon Image of him as *waves hand at above* and I don't think that's happening consciously in most cases but. again. Cookiecutter Bi Party Playboy Who's Made a Date Offer to Everyone In The Building. not a flirty Person or a Playboy who is bi and flirts with more than one genders
I myself headcanon him as adhd and while the exact sexuality depends on my mood I think of/have him as bi in a lot of my content, but it's the same thing with why non adhd people see how he acts and label "adhd!" Especially about comprehension speed and derpy acting and intelligence and attention span jokes/tropes. Again, not bad in and of itself, but the specific parts of his behavior that make them think he's adhd, or that they start making jokes about or Ha Ha ADHD'ing, or that they think is why we project ADHD on him, (which they aren't necessarily wrong about, but like right in a really disrespectful look at how funny this is oh look squirrel way that's only funny when adhd people are doing it and it isn't all mocking like that) when they see other people calling him adhd, are the wrong ones, I think, and it shows in their characterization of him.
I'm not saying that any of those traits are bad in a character, but as a queer adhd girl with very high annual test scores and Gifted Kid Intelligence but extremely poor grades, focus, and brain damage (admittedly nothing like his, it was a longterm passive thing that mainly just made me have a Lot of Really Bad headaches, and closest thing it did to me was make me sluggish and emotional on bad days and also techincally have the potential kill my language bit if left untreated or the surgery messed up, which it didn't, and it won't be a problem again. but even after explaining that it wasn't cancer or any sort of tumor, and after seeing it do very little at all to affect my behavior outside of irritability and performance, because y'know, constant migraines, gone after the surgery but this was before that, Certain People I Was Vaguely Kind Of Acquaintances With started to treat my like I was a fragile glass thing going to to drop dead and revive myself speaking like a comic relief cartoon crazy person at any moment which was. patronizing.) I've since had surgery for, the way the fandom combines them into stereotypes and portrays them really just rubs me the wrong way- "Flirty Bi(tm) Playboy" "Har Har ADHD Can't Focus Or Get Things After They're Explained To Him, He's Still Confused And An Idiot" "Stupid Person With Brain Damage Who Can't Take Care Of Or Think For Themself And Acts Stupid And Funny For People To Laugh At" which tbh is super ableist even and especially when people irl do fit that description, and also reminds me of the Autistic Person Freaking Out And Being Dramatic sense of humor. And I know it's not helped by canon, because it done for comic relief and to limit his powers, but explored more I think it as a limitation could have been used way more interestingly than canon did and also call me biased but that quirk induced brain frying sounds at least as concerning as Izuku's quirk's backlash.
And it's a shame!! Because he's so much more interesting than that! Instead, the fandom gives me the Cookicutter Funny Bi ADHD Flirt Who's An Idiot and I am sad about it.
tbh it reminds me of what happened to percy jackson, esp with the ADHD Idiot Trope thing. which sucks because apparently it originated in the author making up stories around characters like his adhd and dyslexic kid inspired by Greek myths to tell him after running out of actual myths because it was his special interest and he wanted more. and then the series got kind of all over the place and the fandom processed that the adhd and dyslexic main character who does dumb things sometimes but is very combat smart and great at strategizing and leading gets bad grades and has trouble focusing and has, y'know, adhd, and made him the ADHD Idiot and erased his Gifted Kid girl friend's traits and ADHD and dyslexia into No Nonsense Calls Him an Idiot And Thinks He's Stupid And Has To Tell Him What To Do And Manage His Life For Him and honestly that just kind of sucks and it reminds me of what happened to fandom Kaminari. and now that I think of it people have jirou like that around him a lot too.
im fine with you answering this publicly if you want or have something to add but probably tag as ableism and maybe a biphobia mention content warning for people who don't have the energy to deal with thinking about those kinds of negative things rn because I kind of Went Off About It
I love this! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and experiences 💚(and double thank you for tag suggestions)💚
I couldn’t agree more that a lot of fandom has messed up Kami’s character, which is why I’ve kinda been posting more about him cause he’s just stuck in my head.
I think a lot of fandoms have trouble with characters like this, people have a hard time with duality in characters and fast/fun posts are easier to make if you flatten a character down.
The did it to Kami, they did it to Percy, they did it to Ron Weasley, they do it to Thor, the list goes on. If being the Smart One ™️ isn’t your thing and you can be goofy than you get pigeonholed into the idiot trope.
I feel for Kami a lot(probably because I have adhd/brain damage too)
It sucks when you’re smart but it’s not the traditional, measurable kind of smart(even if by national comparison Kami technically is).
I got terrible grades growing up, and I pretty much got the absolute lowest gpa you can get and still graduate. But absolutely no one would have known if I didn’t tell them, because I’m not dumb.
(It’s okay if you are “dumb”, I love me a head empty just vibes friend. You’re 100% valid, stil worthy of joining discussions, and should be listened to and taken seriously. This just isn’t about that tho)
I joke sometimes that I’m clever and witty but not smart, because that’s exactly what it feels like.
I have lots of thoughts and ideas that I think I articulate pretty well, I am excellent at finding the humor in things and expressing it in a way that’s funny to others too, and there is almost zero problems I can’t find a work around. And the people in my life love it, and they love to use it.
But eventually everyone in my life finds out that I’m not smart. They see the way I have to pause to Google how to calculate a tip, that I don’t know the name of all 50 states or even where to find them on a map, or I legitimately just can not spell (if you ever see a post where it looks like I used a weird word choice it’s probably because I tried 4 times and autocorrect+Google couldn’t help me and voice to text wasn’t an option)
No one ever questions my intelligence until they find out about my adhd and/or catch me struggling with it. After the mask comes off it’s like they can’t even hear me anymore, nothing I say could be true or matter because I’m now just the goofy accident prone spacy girl. My family literally calls me Spacy
And ya know what sometimes I just let people think that because it’s easier, it’s easier than explaining that I’m dyslexic and that I didn’t have a single geography/history clas until 10th grade and shocker the capital of Iowa doesn’t come up much by then. And it’s easier for me to laugh off losing my keys again than dwell on the fact that sometimes it feels like I’m losing my marbles.
And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if after this post I get a lot more “fact checkers” and push back on anything else I post.(not talking about people who want to genuinely engage,y’all are always welcome, I’m talking those people who don’t wanna look it up themselves but no longer trust me to know what I’m talking about)
Kami is a sweet brilliant boy. He’s in a nationally high ranking school, he loves the weather channel, he’s careful about his quirk that could easily hurt his friends in combat, he has a very high emotional intelligence level, he wears dorky shirts with electricity puns on them, and he pays attention to his friends and remembers a lot of little things about them.
He wants to be a hero and he takes that seriously, and the series has tried time and time again to tell y’all that smiling and laughter are an important part of that. Kami excels at this part! So what if his history grades don’t rival the top of the class, the top 5 students would struggle hard to do what Kami does.
Iida can’t relax, Momos rather shy, Todo struggles with social cues, Midoriya is canonically not funny, and jfc where to even begin with Katsuki. I’m certain they’ll all grow up to be excellent heros in their own right, but none of them are going to bring the level of joy and camaraderie that Denki can. You can’t test that into someone.
Kami also just notices people differently and has any easy way of joining in with them, he doesn’t struggle approaching Katsuki or Shinso. Sure he doesn’t hit the the nail on the head the same way Deku does but he’s the only one who has the guts and skills to try. Also he’s not that kinda friend, he’s not looking to a save these guys but pal around with them
I think Kami 100% realizes what a special case and tough nut to crack Bakugo is, I don’t think he’s just careless or too dumb realize his life’s at stake or whatever.
I think he’s purposely testing Bakugos boundaries all while trying to not be a threat to Katsukis actual ego and calling Bakugo out when he needs it in a way that not to serious. Kami knows how to be just goofy enough that he’s approachable. He’s also keyed in that the way to Bakugo is through Deku, meanwhile everyone else is stuck believing the opposite.
Kami also realized how important music is to Jiro and saw an opportunity to let her display her skills and combin the two worlds she lives, and he wasn’t afraid to get some back lash from her for it.
Like Deku Kami isn’t afraid to be uncomfortable. You really can’t teach that level of social ease, you can teach the posture and feed people a couple of lines but it’ll never hit the same. Funny approachable people have spent a lifetime learning the craft, usually out of necessity.
It’s actually what gives me the biggest adhd vibes from him, because adhd is (speculated to be) a dopamine deficiency disorder. People with adhd are constantly trying to raise their dopamine levels, and that means looking for praise and reward and nothing makes the human brain light up faster than postative human connections.
Adhd children struggle a lot with connecting with peers and often find making people laugh a fast way into people’s circles and makes it more likely people will overlook being interrupted or spaced out on.
Also adhd people are pretty much forced by their own brain structures to be genuine in all they do, low dopamine levels make it very hard to do things you don’t enjoy because there no promise of dopamine from the activity and you don’t have enough to spare, plus impulsiveness makes it really hard to not show when you do or don’t enjoy something.
I agree that Kami is also painted as overly perverted at times, he’s a little flirty but in a fun casual way but it’s not the foundation of his personality and it’s really mellowed out over the course of the series.
And while I subscribe to the bi hc from his interactions with Jiro and Shinso, we should all be very mindful that we don’t lump these characteristics together. The are separate facets of his personality that are not dependent on each other in anyway.
Kami deserves all the respect and love, I can’t wait to see our electric king again 🖤⚡️🖤
#tw ableism#ableism#tw biphobia#biphobia#softy answers#I have a sorta sad one shot about Kami and his quirks effects#should i post it?
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-> you’re mesmerized ✉
-> love! triangle (Jeno, Renjun, OC)
-> ♡ ☾ ✓
playlist• heather, conan gray/Something, The Beatles/ flowers in december, Mazzy Star/ A BOY IS A GUN*, Tyler the Creator/ love again, nct dream/ soft universe, AURORA/ butterflies, kacy musgraves•
──────── ❝ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❞
•December 3rd plays in your mind as u and Jeno stand by his locker on the first day back to school from winter break.
•although it was a month ago, u still remember it like it was yesterday
•u and Jeno had gone to the fair in your town
•the last one of the year. They called it the winter festival
•basic
•but ur friend group had a tradition of going together.
•everything was going fine, until you and Jeno had broken off from the group to look at the phat christmas tree.
•you had forgotten a sweater, and Jeno was more than willing to give u his, along w one of his famous eye smiles
•u swore up and down (In ur own head) that that was the day you knew you liked (loved) him
•Jeno couldn’t stop staring at you in it. And when u turned to him, all he said was
•”it looks even better on you than me.”
•and then he kissed u
•yeah
•so this is love
•you thought something would happen when you went back to school that Monday.
•but nothing came. Just Jeno refusing to meet ur eyes
•or talk to u://
•Jaemin said it was because he was scared and that you just needed to be patient
•u accepted it, and waited for the day he kissed u once more
•by Christmas break, y’all were back to being best buds™️
•and you thought maybe when Y’all returned for school, he would have worked up enough nerve to seal the deal w you
•but on that first day back
•in front of his locker
•Jeno locked eyes on the new girl, heather, for the first time
•the way he looked was absolutely beautiful.
•he had wide, open eyes
•and he couldn’t stop staring at her as she walked by and Laughed at something her tour guide said to her.
•yeah, he looked absolutely mesmerized
•but it wasn’t directed at you
•and you knew you lost him
•by lunch, heather was in your group
•turns out Jeno had history with her. And he wasn’t as “scared” as Jaemin said he was at making moves
•all the boys loved her, and while you really wanted to hate her
•u couldn’t deny that she was an absolute angel
•she had an eye smile, like Jeno
•and dimples
•and long, beautiful eyelashes
•and a beautiful laugh
•and she could keep up w haechans jokes, and chenji so easily called her noona, something they never did w you
•Jaemin tried flirting w her, but Jeno looked so protective over her, that Jaemin turned to you and shrugged while wrapping his arm around u
•u wanted to throw up when heather politely asked u and Jaemin how long u had been together
•and Jaemin threw his arm off u, and made gagging noises while the rest of the table laughed
•heather got red, and mumbled an apology to you while bowing.
•You wanted to hate her, you wanted to yell at her. But then, ppl would know that you liked Jeno. Jeno would know. And that was too embarrassing
•so you smiled at her, laughed, and shook your head while holding up a hand
•”Jaemin and me? Please, I’d rather die a lonely virgin with 50 cats”
•Heather laughed, and scooted closer to you, and said “it’ll be so nice to have a girl friend!”
•yes, u wanted to throw up.
•but u just wrapped your arm around her, like Jaemin did to u
•and reassured her that you two were already getting married, while she laughed
•over the course of the next two weeks, she spent more and more time with ur group
•and in three weeks, it was no longer just you and jeno by his locker every morning, but you, Jeno, and heather
•you and her were talking about how terrible the lunch food was
•when Jeno came up, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder Before giving her a kiss on her forehead, to which she blushed furiously for
•your mind went back to four nights ago, when heather scream texted u (“JSNSISHEVRB”) that Jeno had drove over to her house with milkshakes, took her to a park, and asked her to be his gf
•u cried all night, four nights ago
•after he says hello to u, y’all three talk for a while before the bell rings.
•Jeno and heather start walking towards class, talking about some random thing, while u walk slower in the back, basic third wheel style
•you couldn’t stop staring at their interlocked hands.
•u felt bad. Because heather had easily become ur best girl friend
•but u loved her boyfriend
•and u lowkey wanted her to die
•:/
•u felt like this wasn’t fair.
•u had known Jeno far longer than she did
•why did she get him?
•your thoughts silently went on like this for three more months after this incident.
•May 1st.
•every 1st, your group developed a routine of going to this cafe, just down the street from haechans house
•you would all order milkshakes and fries and sometimes burgers or onion rings
•and you would all just have a good time
•you were feeling a lil down today
•heather had told u that her and Jeno kissed for the first time, and said they loved each other
•to make literally all matters worse, she was wearing the sweater Jeno had let u wear, all those months ago
•the pain in ur heart had numbed. It didn’t hurt so bad anymore everytime you saw them w interlocked hands, or w his arm around her, like now, where they sat across from you in the half circle booth.
•you couldn’t stop looking as ur usual waiter, Jane, came up.
•”hey y’all, I hope you don���t mind, but we have a new worker that needs training, and since y’all are so sweet, I figured he could practice on you? Is that okay?” Her sweet southern bell accent made it hard to say no, not that your group of friends would anyway.
•u actually knew Jane quite well. She was in ur grade, and sat next to you in art.
•u loved her honestly
•u also loved how the blush on Haechan’s face increased, and he couldn’t look up to meet the sweet red heads eyes, which were actively looking at the young boy
•ah, young love
•u made a mental note to talk Haechan up to her tomorrow in art (which you texted Haechan under the table, and he looked up at u in surprise with a smile on his face)
•when u looked away from Haechan, up to the new waiter standing in front of you with a shaky voice and nervous eye
•u felt like the air was sucked out of u
•oh my God that’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen
•you knew u looked mesmerized
•wide eyes, open mouth
•u looked like jeno, three months ago
•jeno saw this
•he didn’t say anything, but he saw it
•tbh, jeno did like u on december 3rd
•and he was going to tell u he liked u on the first day back, after break
•but heather was,,
•amazing
•the one thing he ever needed
•his soulmate, he thinks
•that didn’t mean he still didn’t care for u
•but when u so willingly befriended heather, he thought u were okay
•so he never questioned it
•but the way you looked at the waiter,,
•he thought you looked mesmerizing
•so he was going to help u, bc u deserved it
•when the waiter got around the table and finally turned to you to ask for ur drink, he locked eyes on u and
•my man dropped his pencil pad
•he got so red, and went to pick it up, but halted when you started giggling at him
•he sent a smile ur way, then went to reach to get the pad
•renjun had liked u since freshman year
•he hated biology, but ur beautiful smile and the way you threw your head back when you laughed made it waayyyy more bearable
•he had never talked to you, and barely saw you when sophomore year came around
•but that didn’t mean he didn’t think abt u
•u were literally always on his mind
•he was so excited for Advanced Art 3 this year
•he had heard there was a lot of portrait drawings
•and he had gotten marked down before for drawing you for assignments when he wasn’t supposed to (not by much doe because they were THAT good)
•so he was excited to freely be able to draw u
•but bruh when he walked in and u were
•THERE
•ugh he was sad
•not that sad tho bc
•u were THERE
•he saw u a lot with the only other girl in ur friend group, so he felt too embarrassed to say hi
•but he promises his bsf, mark, that he would have if u were alone,,,
•all the damn time
•(mark don’t believe him doe, i agree)
•he had never looked directly into ur eyes
•which is why everytime he drew u, he felt like the eyes were wrong
•so wrong
•but he couldn’t place what it was
•but having u look into his eyes now
•my god he was so excited to go home and draw u
•but u,,,u were not excited
•bc wtf just happened
•u,,at the time,,didn’t know u had just met the loyl
•bc u had only ever really liked jeno before
•u decided to push that shit D O W N
•but jeno
•he was like “nah”
•he had said that he wanted to pay, and before anyone could argue (k like anyone would argue) he grabbed the bill and shuffled heather out of the seat so he could get out
•he grabbed her hand and walked towards the cash register, where jane was standing
•when u saw them holding hands it,,weirdly didn’t bother u
•all u could think abt was that beautiful waiters smile
•jeno and heather walked up to jane nd were like
•”jane, 🅱️ls get our waiter, we have to play cupid.”
•renjun: comes out from the kitchen
•jeno: “y/n, the girl sitting over there? yeah, this is her number”
•jeno: slides over the bill, w ur # written on it (he put it in the section that said “Tip_______” bc he thought he was funny. like, ur tip is a whole ass gf)
•renjun: blush
•jeno: “just tell her who u are bc she doesn’t know we’re doing this but we can tell y’all like each other uwu”
•renjun: huh *sweat*
•jeno: “mkay byeyeeeee”
•renjun indeed did text u that night
•after texting mark first (“JAJSNSNDBSBDBD BRUH GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED” “new phone who dis” “MARK DIS IS SERIOUS DIENDJAJSB”)
•and mark coached him through what to say
•so naturally, renjun looked like a fucking idiot
•but u thought it was cute uwu
•and u were sharpening ur ax to literally murder jeno uwu ❤️✨🌙😌
•when renjun asked u if u wanted to go on a date uwu
•and u were like “ummmm yeth”
•u agreed y’all would over the weekend
•but yet
•when u walked into art the next day and bumped into a rando
•and looked up
•and you and renjun locked eyes
•u had a feeling y’all would be hanging out sooner than the weekend
•the thought had u smiling wide while you said hello
fin.
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Skinny dipping
(edit made by me)
Summary: Y/N and Xavier unwind together after a hard day of work (well for Y/N at least) at Camp Redwood.
A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon who wanted a Xavier x male!reader fic. Sorry it took me so long! But hey what better day to post than today 😉
This is my first time writing male x male, I hope it’s ok and you’ll enjoy it 😊
(English is not my first language)
Pairing: Xavier Plympton x male!reader
Warnings: NSFW, smutty (no actual sex tho), male x male, drug use, skinny dipping, handjobs, public smut
Word count: 1133
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Y/N was on his way to the lake as the sun began to set. A towel thrown over his shoulder, wearing his skimpy, tight trunks that left little for the imagination.
It has been an exhausting day. He had to take care of the youngest campers today and let’s just say they’ve been quiet a handful. He was completely worn out and just wanted to swim a few rounds to clear his head and relax before heading for bed.
Just when he took a turn around the corner of one of the cabins, he ran into a broad chest, covered in a teal shirt. Xavier.
“Hey man, I’ve been looking for you. Where are you headed?”, he asked in a joyful tone.
“Oh just going for a swim and then to bed. Been kind of a rough day.”
“Mind if I join you? I’ve got something here", he patted the pocket of his jacket, “that can help you relax.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I don’t know.” Y/N was hesitant. Since day one Xavier has brought them into trouble, but still he couldn’t seem to stay away from the blonde. Xavier was just too intriguing. Always carrying a mischievous glimmer in his blue eyes, a smug grin adorning his mouth and a joke on his lips.
“Come on,” Xavier whined, “let’s have some fun. We didn’t get to hang out much lately. I miss my buddy.” The way he emphasized the word buddy made Y/N’s stomach tingle.
He and Xavier were more than pals, sort of. He was always very flirty and touchy with Y/N. First he thought that was just his nature. He was always flirting, sending winks and dazzling smiles at almost everyone’s directions. But it was different with Y/N. The blonde always seemed to seek his proximity and they spend a lot of time together after their duties as counselors. Y/N was not naïve enough to believe that Xavier wanted something serious though. It was probably just a summer fling to him, but nevertheless Y/N enjoyed the attention and affection he received.
Xavier had led him to the shore of the lake, a bit offside.
“Ok what do you have in store for me now?”, Y/N asked.
Xavier just flashed him that infamous smirk that signaled he was up to no good. He took a little glance around to check that no one would see them, before he pulled a joint out of his inside pocket.
“Are you crazy? We’re gonna get kicked out if they catch us”, Y/N panicked.
“Then we just have to make sure that we don’t get caught”, Xavier shrugged his shoulders nonchalant. “I thought you wanted to relax, this will definitely help you.”
“You know what else would help? A good night of sleep.”
Despite his concerns he let himself got roped by Xavier. Charming fucker. Always getting his way, Y/N thought, rolling his eyes.
The two young men sat down in the grass on Y/N’ s towel and Xavier pulled out a lighter to lit the joint. He took a long drag from it, letting the smoke linger inside his mouth a bit before exhaling with a long sigh. He passed it to Y/N while asking about his day.
“It was terrible”, he groaned, “I had the kids today.”
Xavier let out a gloating laugh, earning him a playful smack to the chest.
“Sorry, I’m just glad it wasn’t my turn. These little hellions can be so annoying.”
They laughed while passing the joint. Y/N laid down on his back, feeling the impact of the weed, making him a bit dizzy. Xavier soon followed him, laying close to the boys body. He could feel the warmth radiate of the taller body next to him, his skin immediately starting to heat up too.
For a while they just lay there together, watching the dark glowing orange and reddish colors switch into a pitch black, while they kept taking drags from the joint alternately. Their conversation turning into silly nonsense thanks to the weed clouding their minds.
“Hey didn’t you wanted to take a swim? We should definitely take a swim”, Xavier suddenly announced excited. The light of the nearby lanterns illuminating his beautiful features in soft, golden light, making his face glow.
He stood up and shrugged his lavender jacket off before starting to take his shirt off.
“Come on. Get your lazy ass up”, he demanded.
Y/N couldn’t bring himself to get up yet, sleepy from the day and the weed.
“Hmmm I rather lay here and enjoy the show”, he winked at him.
Xavier smirked arrogantly, well aware of his good looks and its affect on others. He proceeded peeling the fabric off his firm chest, slowly, teasingly. Y/N’s eyes followed his every move, watching the muscles in Xavier’s bicep flex as he pulled the shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. The blonde fumbled with the button of his slacks before letting them glide down his sturdy legs.
Y/N started to feel even hotter, his mind hazy. His mouth started to go dry and he licked his lips as he let his eyes wander over the muscular thighs of the handsome boy in front of him. Damn those jazzercise classes really have paid of, he thought.
He could fell himself begin to harden as he raked his eyes over Xavier’s half naked form, especially when his gaze landed on the prominent bulge in his tiny briefs. As the blonde started to take these off too, Y/N couldn’t help but let out a low groan.
“Fuck man”, he breathed out as he ogled at the magnificent sight presented to him.
“Like what you see?”, Xavier teased with that cocky grin that never seemed to leave his lips.
Befuddled by lust Y/N just nodded before standing up.
“Come let’s go in the water”, Xavier walked up to Y/N, his hands dipping into the waistband of his swim wear, “but without these. Its only fair.” He puckered his lips in a fake pout, before pulling the fabric down Y/N’s legs, leaving them both bare.
Xavier took him by the hand, leading him to the lake before starting to sprint, letting go to dive into the seemingly black water. He turned on his back to swim backwards, looking at Y/N.
“Come in, the water is really refreshing.”
Y/N quickly jumped in, catching up to Xavier, who he could barely made out in the dark. Now that the lanterns were a fair way off, the only source of light was the bright full moon shining above them.
They swam for a while, fooling around, laughing, splashing each other with water, until Xavier led Y/N closer to the shore where they could stand in the water.
Water droplets dripped down their chests, looking like little crystals in the moonlight. Without saying anything Xavier stepped closer to Y/N, his large hands gripping the boys face before locking their lips. Y/N immediately responded to the kiss. Xavier’s soft, plump lips caressed his softly, before deepening the kiss. He coaxed the boy’s lips open with his, letting his warm tongue slide in. Their tongues exploring each others mouth, feeling, tasting. Meanwhile Xavier let his hands wander. From Y/N’s neck, down his back to his butt where he gripped the cheeks firmly, pulling him in, their crotches meeting. Y/N gasped into the kiss as he met the now rock hard length of Xavier, grinding himself slightly against him.
They broke the kiss to suck in some fresh air. Eyes dilated in lust. Y/N started to glide his hands down Xavier’s chest slowly, while he held on his waist tightly. He circled the blondes nibbles with his thumbs which elicited a faint moan from him. He continued downwards, tracing the gentle outlines on his stomach, before finally settling at his shaft. He gripped the base firmly and started pumping him at a steady pace. Xavier moaned loudly as Y/N circled the tip of his length with his thumb. He kept circling the head, before gently running his digit over the slit. Even underwater he could feel him leaking pre cum.
“Fuck”, Xavier panted, “feels so good man. Keep going.”
Y/N gladly obeyed, going back to stroking him at a faster pace now. In the meantime Xavier started to grip at Y/N’s length, wanting to make him feel good too. They both stroked each other rapidly, desperate for release. Their free hands touching and groping each others flesh while their moans and groans filled the nightly air. Xavier pulled Y/N by his length gently, but firmly, to get him even closer, bringing him into a sloppy, hungry kiss.
“God, Xavier I’m so close”, Y/N moaned, bucking his hips upwards.
“Me too. Fuck”, he hissed as Y/N squeezed him while going even faster now.
Soon they both came loudly and unbridled, not caring if someone might hear. The surrounding water washed the sticky strings of cum off their hands.
“Maybe we shouldn’t let the campers swim here anymore”, Y/N slightly cringed, making Xavier laugh.
“And you wanna explain them why?”, he aske amused.
“Oh god no.”
“Now wasn’t that better than what you originally planned?”, Xavier asked, changing the topic.
“Much better.”
They both stepped out of the water, drying themselves off with Y/N’s towel and getting closed again. Whereas Y/N didn’t had much to put on anyway and Xavier didn’t bothered to put his shirt and jacket back on.
They walked back to their cabins together.
“We definitely have to repeat that soon”, Xavier winked at Y/N before wishing him a good night and heading into the opposite direction to his sleeping place.
#xavier plympton imagine#xavier plympton x reader#xavier plympton smut#xavier plympton fic#fanfic#smut#male x male#xavier x male#my writings#michael langdon x reader#michael langdon smut#jim mason x reader#jim mason smut#duncan shepherd x reader#duncan shepherd smut
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the 100 diaries S2 E6
quarantine diaries: may 28 2020
season 2 episode 6: “Fog of War”
thats a nice map clarke. but how does she remember this much information about the mount weather cuz she wasnt even there that long. does clarke have photographic memory??
yeah clarke. i wouldnt know what to say to finn either. but look at prettyboy bellamy trying to defend finn. like he shouldnt because what finn did was absolutely terrible but good for him. stay loyal my dood
enter finn looking real jealous of bellamy. i mean he should be. cuz lets all be honest. no one can compare to prettyboy bellamy
fuck off murphy. why is murphy pretending that he just part of the gang now? and why he gotta joke about my boy monty like that??? do not apply salt to my wounds. other people may like you but bygones are not bygones just yet. i remember what you did. but also i cant believed that they actually pardoned finn? is he seriously not gonna get punished?!
mount weather crashed the exodus ship?! sooooo question for y’all: did mount weather also sabotage the landing of the 100?? like they were meant to land on mount weather but they didn’t. is this ever clarified later in the show??
mom saying that clarke isnt a soldier and yet she sent clarke down here. knowing there was a good chance she would die. bitch. you dont even know. abby youre little girl has killed in cold blood before. but i guess these two are not ready for that conversation yet.
“assimilate them to the gene pool” bc ofc these people didnt just take in these kids out of the goodness of their hearts. these people are sick...
also i know that dante is playing the good guy in this situation saying that he wont put the kids in cages like animals but is willing to just that to grounders? what kind of message are you sending here buddy??
side note: does anyone else think that dante’s son looks like a Jim carrey wannabe
again jaha and kane. what are the odds? who would have thought? not me. my crack ship is not done yet
yeah the louder and the more you shout you come in peace kane the more i believe it.
you can’t be friends with everyone jaha. dont you remeber the last time you trusted be they sold you.
18. 18. 18 people were killed. FINN. FINN. FINN. there do need to be some repercussions
maya and jasper look like they could be siblings. both pale. both dark hair.
why does finn have a gun?? yes finn they need to keep an eye on you. what do you think youre going to do? i think youre gonna shoot people finn. thank you for putting the gun down.
umm i dont think that it was accident. like i get that youre mentally unstable dude but 18 people? thats a big ‘accident’ id just prefer if you owned up to it.
ofc the acid fog comes now. the fricking art room..... the dead body is still there isnt it
ofc one of the guards die just to be more dramatic
damn they really should have cleaned up the dead body. plus it must stink. and yet there is finn with that face saying ‘don’t look at my past sins clarke’ as he runs to cover the body
youre telling me that tents really protect against the acid fog it looks as thin as a person’s shirt.
yeah finn you are the enemy. ‘you don’t look at me the way you used to.’ yah bro you killed 18 people but you dont see that bothered by it. also i know honest is the best policy but telling clarke the honest truth of how you got her watch back may not have been the best move.
“come on they gave us cake”-jasper trying to convince the others to donate their blood (21:15) this is the strongest argument i have ever heard in my life.
monty keeping his priorities straight. i stan! and i just love how done he is with maya. i straight up laughed when she came in with that notebook!!! are they making maya a good character now??
“because the standard treament sucks compared to you.”-maya trying to flirt with jasper lol
big yikes when maya revealed the grounders. ‘everyone knows but no one talks about it’ waht? i shouldnt be surprised tho considering all the shit that goes on in america that everyone know thats going on but doesnt talk about because it makes certain people feel uncomfortable
“die” - monty (23:35) YES MONTY YES MONTY. monty is officially my favorite character!
the fog is a weapon. did not expect that.
oooh no. carol of bells. indeed. as in bellamy “bells” coming in to be a badass.
its your boy lincoln!! and he does not look good. what are you doing octavia? you still want licoln after you just saw him feast on a human? this girl need to have higher standards.
side note: so reapers are basically modern zombies and if they have zombies in this show they can have vampires. so i stand by what i said before. these mountain people are just modern vampires literally sucking the blood and life out these poor 47 kids. and just when we thought they caught a break with all the cake
honestly im surprised that kane is still good. i thought that he was gonna turn evil. also these grounders have it wrong. at least during the fight between wells and murphy bellamy gave wells a knife to have a fair fight
preston burke becoming a doctor again!! cue grey’s anatomy theme song
seriously what is lexa doing here….oooh theyre smarter than i thought. we love female leaders. she be out here being sly. though not going to lie i still prefer anya.
alternatives for Octavia calling for lincoln **lincoln dear come hither** or **hey demon lincoln its yah girl octavia**
‘neither do i’ awww finn. i feel sad for you but at the same time. you killed 18 people. i reaaaally dont know how the writers are going to redeem finns character.
jaspers face tho when dante turned his back was like bitch you dont know whats coming to you.
yikes when dante grabbed his sons neck. but also his name is cage. ironic because mount weather is a cage
did raven just say to finn to suck it up? ummmmmmmmmmmm
JAHA!!
#the 100#the 100 diaries#bellamy#clarke#finn#raven#octavia#lincoln#jaha#kane#abby#jasper#monty#monty is king
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DESTIEL RANT! Unpopular Opinion Time - The Scene was NOT Homophobic
Wow. It’s BEEN YEARS! And yet here I am again!
I have returned to my Tumblr roots, rambling about Supernatural again! I have come full circle! Summoned by three words spoken by the Angel of the Lord we all knew and loved.
But lets get down to business.
Everyone’s going crazy. They either loved it, hated it, loved/hated it, hated/loved it, etc.
Even people who never watched an episode felt the need to add their two cents without any context or with extreme bias.
So here’s the observations from a former Supernatural Fan and intense DESTIEL SHIPPER, but also one who has stopped watching it cause omfg it sucks so bad now.
My bias comes from both angles and thus neutralizes each other out xD
Obviously, spoilers for Episode 18 of Season 15 of Supernatural lay ahead.
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(TL;DR: The scene wasn’t bad because it was forced or homophobic.
It was neither.
The scene was bad because of long term poor plotting, repetitive character arcs and horrendous timing and execution.
That said, my shipping heart is just happy that it happened at all. <3 )
ONWARDS!
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Lets just get to the point.
At first glance, that scene looks extremely homophobic and when it was first described to me (I haven’t watched the show since Season 9), it appears that is indeed the case.
And you can make a STRONG case for it to, if you watched that scene and knew of all the fucking queer bait we had to live through before getting here.
But I watched the entire episode. And I think this is key.
Cause while it’s easy to say its all homophobic, that’s not actually what was happening.
The truth is, the episode is a set up for the ending.
Sure it seems to be framed that Castiel is sent to the Empty for being gay, but that’s the bias talking.
Contextually, Castiel is sent to the Empty for being Truly Happy.
Also EVERYONE dies.
Funny how no one is up in arms that Charlie’s GF got poofed at the very start of the episode.
Not gay enough for it to count? Like she literally made her girlfriend breakfast and they were flirting, and boom she was gone FOREVER, not sent to a place where people have come back from before, but with NO EVIDENCE of them being alive at all.
Dead. Gone.
But no one says a damn thing.
And then EVERYONE died.
THEN Cas died.
And yet everyone got like temporary amnesia and its like, “CASTIEL WAS KILLED FOR BEING GAY!!!”
That’s...not what happened tho.
What’s really sad is the moment with Castiel was actually a GREAT plot point/twist, if only they had done it better.
NO ONE would be saying SHIT if Castiel had been a woman. NO ONE.
Or at least, they would mostly see it as tragic than anything else.
But because Castiel is making a homosexual love confession, it must BE because he’s GAY!
It’s really ironic.
Judging that scene as homophobic is ACTUALLY homophobic* (not really, but i can’t think of a better word).
Or at least you’re judging the scene by their sexuality and not by what is actually going on.
Now I remembered something after thinking about this scene for a while.
THIS PLOT POINT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE IN ANOTHER EVEN MORE ICONIC SHOW!!!
Now bear with me cause I never watched the whole thing, only the bits and pieces my roommate shared with me.
But the whole “I am cursed to suffer a terrible fate if I ever experience true happiness” has been done before.
And where was that?
Spoilers for Buffy by the way.
SO! To all those who are still trying to spin this as platonic, you need to watch more shitty afterschool 90s supernatural TV shows.
In season 2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Buffy’s good vampire boyfriend, wakes up evil because he had a moment of true happiness.
And this dooms the couple.
NOW. Do you call this...heterophobia????
Oh I hear you! “But Angel didn’t die and he and Buffy got to be romantic and actually have sex before that shit went down! Not the same thing!”
TRUE. I didn’t really bring this up to make an argument that the scene/show isn’t homophobic (or at least they are very uncomfortable with it), but rather I wanted to make a point that the PLOT POINT is not at all homophobic and is actually really awesome.
The issue with the scene is the execution.
That moment between Cas and Dean should have happened SEASONS ago or at the VERY LEAST earlier in this FINAL season, and not right at the very end. The other reason why it worked so well with Buffy is that they had plenty of episodes afterwards to go into it, have Buffy react to it, and deal with it and such.
Meanwhile SPN, still BLATANTLY uncomfortable with handling this sort of thing, decided to put Castiel away in a dark closet and then put forth an end the world plotline by killing EVERYONE so Dean is too busy to actually think and talk about it for any real length of time XD.
I wouldn’t use the word homophobic for it, because it wasn’t used as a joke, it wasn’t used to demean gay people, it wasn’t meant to say “if you are homosexual, you go to hell.”
That’s not it at all. The only reason people think that is because they’ve been hurt in the past so many times, by religion and government and truly homophobic media, and this scene triggers that hurt.
HOWEVER, if you look at that scene without that lens, it’s more cowardly and insecure, than homophobic.
Cause at the end of the day, that’s the whole problem with Supernatural.
They never commit.
Their writing is lazy and weak because they don’t have the writing chops to actually GO FOR IT.
They are constantly at war with the writing, the ratings/money, and the general public views.
They constantly add poc and homosexual characters, but are too afraid to actually do anything with them in fear of doing it poorly and upsetting people (and honestly, it’s a valid fear XD).
I stopped watching Supernatural cause the writing is HORRIBLE.
It has nothing to do with homophobia and everything to do with the fact its all over the place, there’s no stakes, the power escalation is shot to hell, they keep saying SIKE when they do kill people, no changes last forever, and it should have ended SEASONS ago. Its BAD.
But in regards to homosexuality, the fact that they used a plot point that the legendary Buffy the Vampire Slayer used but used it on two characters of the same sex is actually AMAZING.
YES it was CRINGY. The handprint was cringy! They were trying WAY too hard to make it different than the other 1000000 times Castiel died for Dean. But it was their poor plotting, their overuse of killing and bringing back people, the fact Dean and Cas never actually even toyed with the idea of romance openly in the entire show, that caused this scene to not shine as brightly as it could have.
THAT SAID.
HOLY SHIT CASTIEL LOVES DEAN!
THATS AMAZING!!!!
Ahem.
Another reason why people get this scene so wrong is because they think writers are actual Gods.
We are not.
They are flawed and they are many and this show had WAY too many showrunners.
AND IT SHOWS.
But you know whos constant? The actors.
Dean has never really changed. Jensen played him exactly as he’s always played him. ALWAYS.
Any person who got mad that Dean didn’t sob or kiss Castiel needs to take off their gay fucking glasses and respect the fact that THAT ISN’T DEAN.
HE’S NEVER BEEN THAT WAY.
EVEN IF CASTIEL WAS A WOMAN HE WOULDNT HAVE ACTED THAT WAY.
Also Dean has been so BLATANTLY straight this WHOLE time.
Now I’m not saying that the romantic feelings were not reciprocal.
I’m saying we don’t fucking know XD
Hell DEAN might not know, and honestly that would be the most realistic and best way to handle that.
Do you know how FUCKED UP it would have been if Dean broke character and suddenly came out as Gay and totally fine with that and just acted like he’s been gay this WHOLE time even when it’s so obvious that he was not?!!
Its like - Respect Homosexuality, but Disrespect all other sexualities.
You can’t just force Dean to be Gay and Comfortable With That Fact (tm).
You can’t.
And to expect and force Jensen Ackles to play his character, that he’s played for years that way, to tell him to fuck off how he’s BEEN playing him cause it’s not good enough anymore even though everyone ATE IT UP before Castiel came on screen, is an INSULT to him.
I do think he can realize it. I think he can lean into it. I really do think it’s possible to do it in a way that’s realistic and still in character with how Jensen has played him all these years.
But now, you’re all fucking entitled little nutcases if you think that Dean should bend to your fanfic fantasy as being head over heels in love with a man without any issue at all when there’s absolutely nothing in his backstory, childhood, or ANYTHING that would explain why he would be that way.
I’m old as fuck, but you know how Dean SHOULD play it?
Like Heath Ledger’s character in Brokeback Mountain.
He didn’t exactly showed his emotions regarding the love of his fucking life immediately, now did he?
BUT THAT SAID THIS ISNT BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN YOU HORNY FUCKS XDD
Ahem. That’s also a reminder for myself XD
ANYWAYS!!!
TL;DR: The scene wasn’t bad because it was forced or homophobic.
It was neither.
The scene was bad because of long term poor plotting, repetitive character arcs and horrendous timing and execution.
That said, my shipping heart is just happy that it happened at all. <3
The End.
That is all
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Effervescent
Chapter 1: Hit the Sack
Pairing: DenEst/OzEst (side NedVia)
Warnings: lemon, terrible comedy
Summary: Eduard's furious when he finds his friend has written his phone number on a bathroom wall. He's also horny enough to give it a try, but when things get serious, he's found he might've lead two different guys on.
Notes: Co-written with @tikola-nesla First of all, we're so sorry for this terrible piece of shit. But also not because this was hilarious to write.
This story follows Ed and his pathetic love life.
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Jānis - Latvia
Tomas - Lithuania
Adriaan - Netherlands
Gunner - Denmark
Logan - Australia
Read on AO3
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Eduard was livid. He was going to kill Jānis for this!
For once, his weak little arms didn’t struggle against the stupidly heavy door to the men’s bathroom, and he burst inside in a flurry of fury. He practically punched open the door to the furthest stall, where his number had been written under ‘call for a good time’. His hand shook with rage as he took out a marker and crossed out the word ‘call’.
Next to it, he wrote ‘text’.
He knew he should cross out his number instead, but to be fair, he was going through a dry spell. A dry spell that had lasted the five years since graduating university. He’d take whatever sleezeball creeps responded to these kinds of messages at this point. Honestly, it beat genuinely wondering if he should count that tapeworm as the last time someone had been inside him, or wearing turtlenecks that were a little too small to get the feeling of being choked.
And it wasn’t like this was some shady nightclub, it was the Kiek in de Kök Fortification Museum. Who would look for hookups in the bathroom of a fortification museum? Someone super weird, probably. Or an old guy. Maybe a sugar daddy to pay off his student loans. Or a mysterious, rich tourist from a far off land, and they’d have a fling before parting ways forever.
Or, he’d end up talking to someone, getting along, then sending a picture of his face and not getting a reply. Or not even waiting for that and getting bored of his messages. He wasn’t good with people.
Still, with that little incident taken care of, he marched back outside to join his friends. Maybe they could have a normal day out now without being reminded of how sad and lonely his life was?
“I was just trying to help,” Jānis mumbled into his jumper when Eduard joined them.
“You have a really weird definition of ‘help’,” Eduard commented.
“We just want the best for you,” said Tomas, trying to play the peacemaker like he wasn’t equally as horrified at Jānis’ barefaced cheek and terrible attempt at helping his friend get laid. There was no helping Eduard and everyone knew it.
“You mean like how you went with me to the hospital to get that tapeworm removed? Oh wait!”
“We have our limits.”
“Yeah,” said Jānis, “and didn’t your cousin go with you instead?”
“Yes! And he livetweeted the entire thing! Now I’m known as that loser who was so lonely and depressed he ate raw herring until he got a tapeworm.”
“It’s not like we fed you the herring ourselves,” Jānis wrinkled his nose, “don’t blame us for your life being a mess.”
Before Eduard could even think of a reply, Tomas stepped between them again. “That’s all well and good,” he began like he’d stopped listening since he last spoke, “but I think we’ve left Feliks on his own for long enough, so we should go find him. Also I came here to look at a big fort, not talk about how lonely Eduard is. We do that enough.”
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And in the hour or so it took the four of them to look around Kiek in de Kök, Eduard received two messages, both of which were dick pics.
“Let me see!” cried Jānis, craning his neck. Eduard pushed him away and held his phone out of reach. It wasn’t hard.
“If you wanted to see dicks, you shouldn’t have been born a manlet.”
“I’m dick-height sometimes actually. You’ve seen my boyfriend.”
Eduard nodded; he totally wasn’t jealous. “The skyscraper?” His boyfriend was so tall, and toned and handsome. He seemed like a complete dick, though, to everyone except Jānis. Eduard had met Adriaan a few times, and even just thinking about the guy made him softer than a saveloy. But around Jānis, he was gentle and caring, writing him poetry and sending him flowers from his own garden.
“Yup, and, oh, I love going up that elevator.”
“Slut.” Eduard got to looking at his dick pic collection. They were both very nice. Bigger than his, of course, but he was a bottom so he didn’t mind so much.
“Nice,” said Feliks, peeking over his shoulder, “what’re you gonna reply with?”
“Honestly? No idea.”
“Hmm, they’re not that big,” said Tomas, and everyone looked at him in bewilderment. “What? Can’t be more than, like… ten inches.”
Jānis looked at him. “If I wasn’t in a relationship, and we weren’t distantly related, I would be on that dick like-”
“Please,” Tomas begged, “don’t finish that sentence.”
“-like dust on Ed’s condom box.”
“Hey!” Why did everything always come back to roasting him?
“You can’t see the logo on it anymore. It’s like an old relic.”
“Like one of those nerdy boxes Tomas buys at the medieval fair,” said Feliks, “the old-worldy handmade ones.”
“You like medieval fairs too,” Tomas mumbled.
“I never spent €50 on an empty wooden box.”
“It had a nice pattern!”
“What do you even keep in it?”
“A second, smaller box.”
“And in that?”
“My copy of Space Jam.”
“You have shelves!”
“Well, I had to keep something in there!”
No one noticed Jānis reaching for Eduard’s phone until it was too late and he’d snatched it away. He typed as he dodged Eduard’s attempts to get it back, and it wasn’t until he’d copied and pasted a paragraph into both DMs that Eduard could finally see what he’d wrote:
I want you to take that dick and fuck me until I can’t walk and have to wheelchair myself through Old Tallinn to the nearest hospital and my bussy looks like the Ülemiste Tunnel. Nut in every hole then my face until I’m numb physically instead of emotionally.
“What the fuck, Jānis?”
Tomas craned his neck over Eduard’s shoulder. “You’ve gotta admit he’s got game. Just... Not sure what game he's playing.”
“I want to die.”
“You always want to die,” said Feliks.
Jānis shrugged. “Confidence is key.”
“Is this how you bagged the skyscraper?”
“God no. That would be terrible. I talked to him like a person.”
Eduard gave him a withering look, then frantically texted the first guy back.
I’m so sorry, my friend sent that.
“Dude,” Feliks told him, reading over his shoulder, “You couldn’t have sounded more like you were lying if you tried.”
“It’s the truth!”
“So?”
Eduard groaned.
He’d already texted back.
So you don’t wanna get Ülemisted?
Eduard did, he supposed. But it was way too embarrassing to admit that.
Feliks took his phone. “Maybe I do.”
“Hey!” He tried to snatch his phone back, and Feliks elbowed him.
What’s your name?
Gunner, and u?
Eduard.
Well, Eduard, what would you, not your friend, like me to do to you?
Eduard stared at his phone. He had no idea how to put the thoughts in his head into words, and even if he did, he’d be too scared to say anything.
But he had to try.
One sex please?
He fucking hated himself.
Haha I can arrange that.
Eduard didn’t trust people who spelt out their laughs in texts. It was a little menacing. Keysmash like the rest of us, asshole. At least it meant he was a top, he supposed.
You can arrange my insides.
It was an attempt at a flirt, albeit a horrible one.
“Isn’t it “rearrange”,” said Feliks.
“Well, if it’s “rearrange”, who arranged them the first time?”
“Fucking virgin.”
“I’m not! I’ve done many sex! I did one yesterday!”
“When?” asked Tomas, “we were playing Dungeons and Dragons all day.”
“Your dad was sucking me off under the table.”
“He died six years ago; you went to his funeral.”
“Yeah. I dicked him to death.”
Tomas squinted at him.
“Too far?”
“I just can’t take any claim of you topping seriously.”
“I can top!”
“You can top a cake, maybe,” said Jānis, “if you baked cakes instead of depression bread.”
“I don’t always bake depression bread!”
“You’re depressed therefore every bread you bake is depression bread.”
“I like kneading!”
“Why don’t you knead a pair of titties for once, Eduard?”
“Gonna knead your mum’s titties if you keep talking shit.”
Tomas swatted at him. “She’s dead too!”
“And?”
“How do you have friends?” asked Feliks.
“I don’t, really,” admitted Eduard, “you guys were a miracle.”
“I don’t know if I should be flattered you consider me a miracle,” Tomas told him, “Or offended you don’t consider me a friend.”
“I do. Miracle friends. Miracles are friendships and times I need to use a condom.”
“Maybe you can use some now,” said Jānis.
“Jānis! We’re outside!”
“You know what I mean.”
“Impromptu water balloons?”
“Ed doesn’t, cause he’s a loser,” said Feliks. “Anyway, any replies yet?”
Eduard checked his phone. The second guy had replied.
Fuk u for making me read all that.
Then a second later.
Still down 2 smsah tho.
That message doesn’t represent me. That was my friend.
Haha i beleev u!
If the guy’s dick wasn’t so big, Eduard would’ve blocked him for his atrocious spelling.
Tomas looked over his shoulder. “How did he manage to spell your phone number?”
“I’m sure he has a good personality.”
I wanna put my cids in your shitter and bread you like a whorse.
“Or… Not, but his dick is massive.”
“Ed, please be sensible.”
“No! I want dick!”
“He’s illiterate!”
“I’m getting my hole ruined by him, not giving him a spelling test.”
Tomas looked like he’d very much like to go home. Eduard wanted to go home too, but only so he could slap his nuts thinking about those massive dicks.
“Anyway, I got work to catch up on.” He gave a cough; “see you guys later.”
“You have an erection,” Jānis pointed out, tactful as ever.
“Nah, it’s just late. Time to hit the sack.” And then go to sleep.
“Which one?”
“Bye, guys!”
“Which sack, Eduard?”
Eduard dashed off before they could ask him again.
#aph estonia#APH Denmark#APH Australia#aph baltics#aph lithunia#aph latvia#aph poland#hetalia#Hetalia Fanfiction#effervescent
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i don't want you to feel forced into posting something that you might not like just because of me tho :( i actually loved that part tho, truly.
Oh I don’t feel forced at all! Honestly, I love sharing what I’ve worked on, even if it’s stuff like this. I just don’t have a lot that’s shareable and I wasn’t sure if anyone would actually want to read a sloppy outline. Just pretend it’s like an entire fic minus all non-essential words and details. 💜
So after the end of this, Louis goes about life, helping out with Harry whenever he can, just hanging out, chilling for two weeks. Harry mentions Lara coming on Saturday to go over all the legal stuff with him like guardianship and such and Louis asks if Harry wants him to take Dory for the day. Harry says no, she’s kind of all he’s got right now. Louis stupidly says, “you’ve got me, too, H.”
Louis gets a phone call one night while he’s picking out an outfit to wear for a date. Harry wants him to come over, Louis can’t, says he’s going out. “With the lads? God, I haven’t been out in over a month. If I had known, I would have called a sitter or my mum or–” “It’s not with the lads, Harry. It’s with a guy I met the other day.” “Like… like a date?” “Yes, Like a date.” “Oh,” is all Harry says, and then it’s quiet on the phone for a long time.
Louis goes on the date. It isn’t half bad and the guy is pretty sweet, even manages to get a goodnight kiss out of Louis, but Louis doesn’t invite him inside. As he’s getting ready for bed, Harry texts him saying the baby woke him up and now he can’t fall back asleep, and is Louis still up because he’s bored. Louis goes to answer before he realizes what Harry is doing. He’s fishing for information, trying to find out if Louis ended up going home with the guy or if they ended up sleeping together. Louis doesn’t answer, shuts his phone off, goes to sleep.
Louis goes to Liam’s one night for their monthly lad’s dinner. Overhears Niall and Liam talking about needing to get Harry some sort of rebound. “Why?” Harry asks. “Weren’t you just whining to me the other day about how you haven’t had sex in what? Like six months?” “Well, yeah,” Harry says, “but I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not looking to hook up with someone.” No one mentions the fact that Harry and Lara only split about a month ago.
Niall ends up inviting everyone over for a BBQ. Louis goes to grab a beer and gets roped into a conversation with someone who clearly starts flirting with him. They accidentally end up chatting for a quite a while until the guy’s friend comes up to tell him they’re leaving. The guy gives Louis his number even though Louis knows he’ll never call him. He heads back to where he last saw Zayn and Harry and sees them sitting at the edge of Niall’s patio, in the middle of what looks like a conversation he doesn’t want to interrupt. He ends up at the snack table instead but Harry picks his head up, catches his eye, and he looks pale and tired. Louis offers him a small smile but Harry doesn’t really smile back, and after he finishes grabbing some food, he goes back to find out Harry is gone.
Louis leaves the party and shows up at Harry’s flat where Harry is folding laundry and baby clothes. Harry blames leaving the BBQ on separation anxiety, but Louis knows it’s more than that. They end up watching some Netflix on Harry’s laptop in Harry’s bed, and when Harry falls asleep and Louis goes to shut his computer off, he sees the background of Harry’s desktop is a photo of Harry with a giant grin on his face, holding Dory in the park, Louis beside them.
A few weeks later, Harry takes Dory to the park with Niall. “Uncle Niall,” Harry calls him. Everyone is an uncle. It’s Uncle Niall, Uncle Zayn, Uncle Liam, but never Uncle Louis and Louis doesn’t know if it’s because of the fight, of the six months of radio silence, or because he wasn’t at the hospital, or just because he doesn’t mean as much to Harry anymore, if they ruined that, but he doesn’t get it and it kind of hurts. “How come you never call me Uncle Louis?” he asks one night, after Niall goes home. “I don’t know. You’re just… Uncle seems like something you’d call your best mates.” “And I’m not one of your best mates?” “Well, you are, yeah, but you’re like. You’re more than that? I’m always going to think of you as more than that.”
Louis asks how the park was. “We cried ‘cause we were too hot,“ Harry says, “then we cried because we wanted Uncle Niall’s ice lolly and then we cried some more because the ice lolly was too cold for us, isn’t that right Dory?” They’re sitting in Harry’s living room, Dory crawling between them. They tire her out and Harry goes to give her a cool bath before putting her to bed. He comes back and Louis’ sitting on the counter, eating his own ice lolly. “I could go for one of those,” Harry says. “Sorry, H. I got the last one.” Harry pouts and moves to stand between Louis’ legs. Louis lets him have a few licks while they talk, trading licks, whatever, until both their mouths are stained red and Louis drops the stick in the sink. They just stay there talking, Harry’s hands eventually finding Louis’ knees, fingers dancing up his thighs to the bottom of his shorts, and then they kiss and it’s sticky and sweet and they taste like raspberries and Harry’s fingers are trembling a little on Louis’ thighs, and then Dory starts crying and Louis can’t do this again. He promised himself he wouldn’t do this again, let Harry into his heart again, give him the chance to hurt him again.
So he runs out and drives home, doesn’t bother going up to his flat, just panic walks around the city until he ends up at Zayn’s. Zayn isn’t home, he’s actually at Harry’s watching Dory because Harry ran off to Louis’ thinking Louis would be there. Zayn talks him through it. “You know what the first thing he said to me was?” Zayn asks “When he called me after he told you Lara was pregnant, it wasn’t ‘Holy shit, Zayn, I’m going to be a father.’ It was ‘I lost him, Zayn. I just lost the most important thing in my life and I don’t know if I’ll ever get him back.’ Louis you mean the world to him. Just talk to him.”
[FLASHBACK TO THE MIDDLE OF THE PREGNANCY WHEN HARRY AND LOUIS HAVEN’T BEEN SPEAKING FOR A FEW MONTHS]
He’s in the car one day with Zayn, and Zayn’s phone goes off and Louis grabs it, sees it’s Harry, and Zayn says it’s fine, he’ll call back later. But then the phone rings again immediately after and Louis doesn’t care, really he doesn’t, so he hits answer and holds it to Zayn’s ear and Zayn can’t really hear him so he tells Harry to hang on one minute because he’s in the car and looks to Louis to see if it’s okay, then puts him on speaker. Harry’s having a panic attack. Hyperventilating, freaking out, fumbling his words over not being a good dad, not being ready for this, not knowing what the fuck he’s doing, and Louis knows that if they were still talking, Harry would have called him first, like the time his dad left and he called Louis during a panic attack and Louis had to sneak out in the middle of the night to get him to fucking breathe again, like the time Harry sat him down and sobbed into his neck that he thinks he likes boys too. So Louis knows Zayn’s not going to know how to deal with this unless Zayn’s taken over for him these past few months and has been on the receiving end of these types of calls lately.
But Harry isn’t calming down, he’s just getting worse. And as much as it’s going to kill Louis to do this, it’s killing him even more having to listen in. “Harry?” he interrupts. The other line goes silent. For a terrible second, Louis thinks Harry’s hung up on him, and then there’s a sob on the other end, a heartbreaking, choked, shuddery, wet sob that’s worse than anything Louis’ ever heard and while Harry was just hyperventilating before, he’s full on crying now and it’s Louis’ fault. “Harry you need to breathe, yeah? You need to listen to me. Just listen to my voice and take a deep breath.“ But Harry isn’t getting any closer to calming down. “Harry, you’re going to make yourself pass out,” Louis tries again. “Haz, babe, you gotta breathe.” He doesn’t mean to slip back to those names, but they seem to hit something in Harry because Louis hears him suck in a long, giant breath, once, twice, and then there’s a broken, trembling “Louis,” on the other end and it’s like Louis’ his best friend again, trying to get him to calm down in darkness of his tiny bedroom back in Holmes Chapel.
Louis ends up blabbering on with him about having nothing to worry about, he’s going to be a great dad, the best dad, he’s always been so good with kids, with Louis’ sisters, with the little twins when they were born, he has nothing to worry about. “You’re going to be great, Harry, your baby’s going to love you and you’re going to take such good care of them.” “Her,” Harry chokes out and Louis’ about to ask what he means when Harry cuts back in with “I’ll take good care of her. She’s a girl, Lou. Found out last week. I’m having a little girl.” And the way his voice changes, softens, relaxes, Louis knows he really is going to be the best father out there. Eventually he calms down and Louis takes him off speaker and Zayn goes inside and Louis ends up sitting in Zayn’s car for the next two hours, catching up with his best friend and erasing the past five months of silence from their lives.
[PRESENT DAY]
Louis walks home and Harry is sitting outside his door, leaning against the wall covered in a blanket and asleep. Louis sits next to him and nudges him awake and they talk and Louis tells Harry he understands why Harry decided to leave him when he found out Lara was pregnant. “I didn’t have to do it like that, though,” Harry says. “I know H, and we discussed that already and that’s okay. I just can’t. I can’t have you breaking my heart again. You’re like… you’re it for me, H, and if I lose you again, if this doesn’t work-“ “It’ll work, I promise. I promise, Lou, you’re it for me too, you’ve always been it and I’m so sorry I ever thought otherwise.” They talk it out and Louis is holding Harry’s hand through all of this. He tilts Harry’s face to kiss him and Harry is shaking through it. “It’s okay, Harry, it’s okay.” “I know, I know, I’m just. I’m nervous.” “You’re nervous? Do I make you nervous, H?” “A bit, yeah.” They kiss and Harry is still trembling and Louis feels a tear roll down Harry’s cheek. “Crying now, too?” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just so… happy. You make me so happy, Lou. God, I love you.” They kiss for a long time and fall asleep in Louis’ bed. When they wake up it’s noon and it’s raining outside, the heat wave finally breaking.
[FLASH FORWAD] Louis wakes Harry up on Christmas Eve and it’s snowing outside and Dory is almost three and Louis is a few months away from marrying the love of his life.
And thaaat’s it! Really, if anyone wants to steal any of this, go ahead! Just let me know so I can read it in the end 🙈
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Distraction || Lin Yanjun
Title: Distraction
Pairing: Reader x Yanjun
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 835 words
Summary: It’s really hard to study when you have a needy boyfriend who wants all of your attention.
A/N: Tbh I jumped on the Lin Yanjun train super late, but he snatched my wig within the last couple of episodes. He also happened to place my lucky number #5 in the top 9. Congrats, lovely! Can’t wait to see you debut!
alright so I’ve never done one of these bullet scenarios before
i apologize in advance if it sucks
this is also a lot longer than i thought oops
i just felt really inspired to write for this dork ok
alright let’s get started
you guys first met in school where you share the same english comp class
you were trying to pay attention to what the teacher was saying but it all sounded like gibberish
damn it shakespeare
you couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes drilling into the back of your head
turning around, you try to find the source of whoever is staring at you
guess who you see
lin yanjun
the popular jock that always sat at the back of the class making a ruckus with his crew
which for some reason had something to do with bananas? idk man
at first you thought he was hella creepy
like, what you lookin at boi? you wanna go??
but then he had the audacity to wink at you when you caught each other’s eyes
chOkE
okay even creepier
but he’s also kinda hot so are you really mad tho
ur totally not blushing yes you are
after that day, he took it upon himself to always sit in the empty desk next to yours just because
more like he thought you were a whole cutie and wanted to be near you
he would constantly flirt with you much to your annoyance
you can’t tell if he’s joking or not
“My interests are singing, rap... and you.”
“The only thing you should be interested in is finishing this assignment, yanjun.”
savage
ur having none of it
despite his nonsensical flirting, he’s oddly really good at writing and helps you from time to time
and you were really struggling in this class so you might as well keep him around
what started off as friendly bickering eventually turned into full conversations you enjoyed
you actually start looking forward to seeing him in class
minus the cheesy pick up lines because boi doesn’t know when to stop
jk you secretly love it; don’t lie
you start seeing him in a different light and start developing a little crush on him
you notice the little things he does for you
forgot your lunch? he’d give up his own for you and say he wasn’t hungry
fell asleep in class? he took notes for you which is something he normally doesn’t do
cold? he’d throw his jacket over your shoulders and complain about how hot it was out, even though it was literally below freezing outside
he still drives you nuts
but honestly
handsome? caring? smart? always hyping you up?
how can you not fall for him?
ya’ll eventually start dating once you come to terms with each other’s feelings
fast forward to a couple months later into the relationship
it was the worst part of the year
exam season
you invited yanjun to come over your place so that he could help you study for the english exam
ofc that was the last thing your boyfriend wanted to do
you were starting to regret inviting him over
“i’m hungry”
“where’s the tv remote”
“why is it so cold in the house”
“babe”
“baaaaaaabe”
“baaAAABEE-”
“yanjun istg i am this close to breaking up with you”
“you’d miss me too much”
“you wanna bet?”
cue pouty and grumpy yanjun
if you weren’t giving him enough attention, he’d shift to more drastic measures
when you looked to the side for a brief moment, you would turn your head back only for yanjun’s finger to poke your cheek
a literal child
you would think that after dating for a while, he would tone down with the flirting but nah
he gets worse if thats even possible
you end up repeatedly writing the same sentence five times because you keep accidentally writing whatever cliche pick up line he’s using on you
omg can you imagine his deep af voice whispering in your ear asdfghj
when that doesn’t work, he resorts to staring
just staring
at that point, it would be extremely hard to concentrate bc the look he gives you??? is so intense?? can he not??
you’re so flustered tbh
he knows he looks good and uses it to his advantage smh
you sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to give up any time soon
“you have my attention for one hour. only one hour bc we have to study.”
“say no more, babe.”
he literally lifts you off your chair like you weigh nothing because he’s hella strong
the two of you end up cuddling in bed
where you two just talk about random things with his head on top of yours and your head tucked under his chin
he refuses to let you go bc he likes having you in his arms
not that you’re complaining
ya’ll eventually fall asleep since that’s a lot more fun than studying
you both are so cute
wow i’m soft
i love yanjun
this was probably terrible ahhhh--
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If I Say You Have a Beautiful Body
Fill for @reblogginhood and @fadingdefendorlight, both of whom prompted a variation on “Bellamy tries to flirt, Clarke doesn’t realize he’s serious, and their friends laugh at them”
Group: tfw your friends' sexual tension is ruining your lives
Jasper: ok I know I've been warned about this
BUT
I think something is actually happening w Clarke and Bellamy
for real
Raven named the conversation "Bellarke fanfiction by Jasper Jordan"
Monty: I don't approve of "Bellarke" for the ship name
I don't like portmanteaus
I think we can do better
Maybe something with occupations
The sky's the limit
Jasper: we are getting off topic
also it's not fanfiction if it's REAL Raven
I'm talking about real events I witnessed
Nate: I hate to say this
like it's physically painful
but I think Jasper's right
Jasper: VINDICATION
seriously tho
Miller should have insight
I think Bellamy's getting his head out of his ass
Nate: yeah no
let's not get carried away
Bellamy's head is still firmly in his ass
but I saw him googling "how to flirt"
so it's like facing the right direction in his ass
Monty: Wait, he's googling flirting?
Doesn't he already know?
I feel like we've seen him successfully flirt
Raven?
Thoughts?
Raven: yeah his face does like 90% of the work for him
also I made the first move when we slept together
he was honestly pretty confused about the whole thing
don't get me wrong, I've seen him flirt
but it's not like he's good at it
Monty: But his face
Raven: p much
anyway
tbh I bet he has no clue how to flirt with CLARKE
and it's not like the internet's going to help him
Nate: yeah honestly
what was he doing, Jasper?
Jasper: pickup lines
and, like
bad ones
Raven: YOU think they're bad?
Jasper: yup
we are through the looking glass here people
Bellamy is flirting with Clarke
and he sucks at it on a level we never anticipated
Raven: come on
there's no way him actually flirting with her is going to be worse than him failing to flirt
Monty: If this was a TV show
This is when they'd play the dramatic music and smash cut to how bad Bellamy's bad flirting is
Jasper: it's bad
heed my warnings
I know from bad flirting
he asked if she came here often
at the store she owns
that was his angle
Monty: What did she say?
Jasper: that's the other thing
Clarke's not good at this either
remember when Lexa was flirting with her???
and it was excruciating because Clarke just didn't notice???
she was just like, yes, Bellamy, I'm here all the time
stop being a dick
I know I work a lot
so let's all be prepared here
the actual flirting might somehow be worse than the sexual tension
Nate named the conversation "be careful what you wish for"
Jasper: yeah
sounds right
*
No one believes Bellamy when he says he's been trying to flirt with Clarke since he met her. Or, more accurately, that he tried to flirt with her the first time he met her, and there was no denial or angst or uncertainty involved. She was working at the same coffee shop his sister was working, she was cute, and he didn't see any harm in trying to get her number.
And he did get it, of course, but instead of that turning into a date, she became his best friend. Which he isn't upset about, obviously; now that he knows her, he has no idea how it would have gone if they'd actually tried a romance back then. They needed time to get used to each other.
Miller calls this making excuses, but Miller is an asshole.
The point is this: Clarke considers lowkey flirtation to be a background part of their relationship. That's how it's always been for them, which means that upgrading from their regular flirting to real flirting is, well, complicated.
"You know what would be easy?" Octavia asks, once he's finished telling her about his first spectacular failure to give Clarke serious flirtingsignals. He's not sure why he told her about it, except that they call once a week and he sometimes has trouble keeping her on the phone. Making fun of him is a good tactic. "Asking her out."
"I decided I don't believe in that anymore."
"Wow. That's a new excuse for being single."
He huffs. "Not how you're thinking. Just--I don't think that doing this as some formal dating thing is ever going to work. This is Clarke. We're not like that."
"I still can't believe you actually fell in love with one of my coworkers from my part-time job in college," she says. He can practically see her shaking her head. "I'm not in touch with anyone from that job except as Facebook friends. I wouldn't ever think about her, except for you."
"You can't tell who's going to be important to you," he says.
"I guess not, Hallmark card." She sighs, like the conversation is a great burden. "So, you aren't going to formally date. That means you can't just tell her you're into her? Direct and to the point seems safest to me. Don't make her guess what you're going for."
For a few seconds, he tries to come up with a real excuse, but it's hopeless. "Too scary," he admits. "I'm trying to make it organic."
"So, your plan is to treat your dating life like you treat your hair? Take half an hour every morning to make it look like you put no effort into it even though you're really fucking vain?"
"Pretty much exactly that, yeah."
"And your plan for that is to flirt with her more."
"Until I come up with something better, yeah."
"I'm not holding my breath," says his sister, and he sighs.
"Yeah, I wouldn't recommend it."
*
Clarke: Oh my god I'm so bored
This is so boring
I just want to go to sleep
Bellamy: Yeah? You like sleeping?
Clarke: ???
It's a biological necessity
That's like asking if I like breathing
Bellamy: We should try doing it together sometime
Clarke: That was so much setup for such a bad line
It sounds like you want us to breathe together
But A for effort
And thanks for the laugh
Appreciated
My mom heard it and looked at me like I was shaming the whole family for laughing at a serious event
Bellamy: Yeah
Any time
*
"You noticed Bellamy acting weird?"
Clarke has to consider the question carefully, finally settles on, "Weird for a normal person or weird for Bellamy?"
Raven snorts. "So, yes?"
"Not that weird."
"Uh huh."
"You know you could just tell me what you're worried about, right? I might not have noticed."
"Yeah, that sounds right."
Clarke sighs. She's used to everyone being kind of dicks about her and Bellamy. She even gets it, honestly. The two of them getting together is one of those things that feels right. Clarke would like to say it's just societal programming, but given she'd be completely and totally down if Bellamy ever indicated romantic interest, it's hard to argue their friends are just seeing what they want to see.
At least on her side. Bellamy is one of those people who has sexual tension with everything, though, so it's hard for Clarke to feel special. He could probably seduce a dishtowel, if he wanted to.
"Seriously, this conversation would suck a lot less if you just told me what it was about."
Her tone is just sharp enough for Raven to catch the genuine hurt there, and she winces. It's not exactly a victory, but it's probably necessary. She doesn't like guilting people, but no one seems to get how annoying the whole thing is for her. It's not fun, being hopelessly in love with her best friend. Everyone acting like they're ridiculous for not being together doesn't help.
"Jasper thinks he's hitting on you."
"Jasper always thinks he's hitting on me."
"I know, but this one sounded more legit. Which is why I was asking you. But you never think he's hitting on you."
"I did, once," she protests. "I tried it, and he wasn't interested. He just likes flirting."
"He doesn't," says Raven, to her surprise. "Seriously, he's terrible at flirting."
"He still likes it. And he does fine."
"When he wants to. When's the last time he hooked up with anyone?"
"It's been a while. That doesn't mean it has anything to do with me," she adds, and Raven shrugs one shoulder.
"Yeah. It doesn't mean it doesn't, either."
"So, your question is do I think Bellamy is hitting on me."
"No, I know you don't think that. You never think that. But maybe keep an eye open."
"Based on Jasper's testimony? Really?"
She shrugs again. "And, you know, all the other stuff I've ever said about how I think he's into you. Why do you think he's not, again?"
"Because I asked him out and he said no."
"Like--two years ago, right?"
"Something like that. And don't tell me he could have changed his mind, I know he could have. But he knows I'm interested."
"I guess," says Raven, not sounding convinced. "Just--don't give up on it, okay? Maybe it's not what you think."
It's the least necessary advice of all time; if she knew how to give up on Bellamy, she already would have. If she could be done with it, she would.
"Don't worry," she says. "I'm pretty sure the feelings aren't going anywhere.
*
Group: are those moon pants? because your ass is out of this world
Raven: okay not to be a buzzkill
but I think Clarke's actually upset about the whole Bellamy thing
Nate: she doesn't want him to hit on her?
should I try to talk him out of it?
Raven: did he admit he's doing it?
Nate: no
but I could still try to talk him out of it
Raven: I think maybe just leave her alone
I tried to ask and she got prickly
she's convinced she made a move years ago and he shot her down
which I always forget about because it sounds so fake
Nate: if he did, he doesn't know about it
Monty named the conversation "#otp: incompetence kink"
Raven: someday they're going to find out about this group and murder us
Nate: not if they're getting laid
endorphins reduce homicidal urges
Monty: citation needed
Nate: come over and we can test it
Monty: [kissy face emoji]
very smooth
Jasper: FLIRTING IN PRIVATE MESSAGES ONLY
Raven: yeah, slide into those DMs, Miller
Nate: way ahead of you
*
The thing about being in love with your best friend is that it's simultaneously very easy and very hard to feel comfortable with it. Bellamy already gets almost everything he wants out of his relationship with Clarke, if he's honest. It's just the sex that's missing, and while sex is something, it's not everything.
It's why he doesn't want to risk losing her, but also why he can't just let the whole thing go. It would be so good, if she felt the same way he does, and it's finally gotten to the point where he needs to know if he could have that, or if he needs to move on already.
But he still doesn't know how to just ask.
Part of it is, like he told his sister, cowardice, but the other problem is how intimate they already are. It's two weeks since he stepped up his flirting game, and Clarke doesn't seem to have noticed, but she's coming over for dinner and a movie, just the two of them. The only difference between their typical Friday night and a date is that they are not, officially, romantic.
It's a difference he'd like to just get rid of, which is why he opens the door shirtless this week.
"Hey, you're early."
Clarke's eyes flick up and down his body, dispassionate. "I'm on time. Did you just get out of the shower?"
"I just don't put on a shirt if I'm not going to see people. My apartment is warm."
She pokes his nipple with her pinkie finger. "Is it?"
"Fine, I'll go put a shirt on. I thought you might enjoy that," he adds. "I'm very desirable."
"Uh huh," she says. "I'm not saying I'm not enjoying it. Just that I'm not really buying your excuse."
"Yeah, I definitely wanted you to be overcome with lust and jump me."
"Tempting, but I want dinner first. Can I do anything to help?"
And that's how it goes. He cooks and she helps, and they end up on the couch side-by-side with plates of food, the best relationship he's ever been in that involves absolutely no overt romance.
"Raven asked me if you were acting weird," she admits, soft, like she's not sure she should be saying it.
"And?"
"And I think you kind of are. Everything okay?"
This is his opening to say the right thing, to tell her that he's in love with her and he's kind of failing to express it well.
But if he could say that, he wouldn't be failing so much. So instead he kicks his legs up on the coffee table with a shrug. "Yeah, everything's fine. How about you?"
She nods, but there's something a little odd in it. "I'm good."
*
Bellamy: Are you thirsty?
Me: Actually yeah
Myles called in sick so I've been on the register forever
Bellamy: I have water
And a dick
I don't know if you meant you're thirsty for dick or water, but I have both
Me: I think you didn't actually care about the answer to that question
Also your pickup lines need work
Bellamy: If you'd said no I would have been in bad shape
I can bring you coffee
Me: And your dick, I assume
Bellamy: It comes with me most places, yeah
See you in ten
*
"I think you might have been right about Bellamy," Clarke admits to Raven. It feels like surrendering, but for once, she actually wants advice. "I think he might be hitting on me."
Raven frowns. "Okay, so--why aren't you happy about it?"
"I guess I'm not--you know how I feel about him, right?"
"Everyone knows, yeah. You guys are pretty obvious."
"That's what everyone keeps telling me, but--" She sighs. "Look, I thought about it, after what you said, and I realized he's not. In love with me."
"So, you thought it over and decided Bellamy's hitting on you, but he's not in love with you."
"He thinks we should fuck," she says, flat. "And it's not even--I get it. If I wasn't into him, I'd think it was a great idea, but--"
But you're into him, and you think he's not into you. Look, Clarke, I get that this is--big. For you guys. Years of pining finally maybe going official. But seriously, it's mutual. There's no fucking way he doesn't feel the same way."
"I thought about it. I checked our texts. He definitely wants to fuck me."
"Yeah, no one's denying that he wants to fuck you. We're all on the same page with that. But if he thinks he's just interested in sex, it's because he's in denial too."
Clarke has to smile. "I know you think that, but--"
"I will bet you real, actual money. Seriously."
"Then why isn't he just saying that?" she asks. "Why would he be using--shitty pickup lines?"
"Why aren't you telling him you're in love with him?"
"Because I tried--"
"Remind me what you did last time," says Raven. "Humor me."
Clarke wets her lips. "I asked if he wanted to go out to dinner, and he said no, because he already had a date. And when I asked how it went the next day, he said they weren't going out again. So I asked again, and he said he was busy. So--not interested. I gave him plenty of chances, but he's just not."
"How many times has Bellamy hit on you in the last, what, two weeks?"
"I haven't been keeping count."
"Ballpark."
"Five to ten."
"And you've shot him down every time, right?"
"I haven't shot him down. I've just--I figured he was joking. I'm pretty sure I didn't notice some of them. I wasn't like, I never want to fuck you or anything."
"He didn't tell you he never wanted to date you either. Yeah, okay, maybe he was letting you down easy, or maybe he didn't figure out that you were trying to ask him out. Honestly, I might not have. So--maybe he's trying to make the same move you were, except he's going bad pickup instead of ambiguous dinner."
"It wasn't ambiguous!" she protests. "If he'd wanted to go out again--"
"How many times have you guys had dinner together? No offense, but I'm just not convinced he would have thought it was that special."
There's an argument to be made for that one, Clarke has to admit. When she'd asked, it felt monumental, like she was really putting herself out there, making the big move, but she'd also been careful to not give away too much. To give Bellamy an out, and herself. To preserve their friendship if it didn't work out.
That, at least, happened. But if Bellamy didn't know, and if he wants the same out now, she could believe that he's going with kind of ridiculous and over the top, for deniability.
And then the rest of the implications of that sink in.
"You think he might really like me," she says.
"Seriously, I already have money on this, if you want me to put more money on it I will. Gina is actually tired of hearing about how you guys are going to date. Not because she used to have a thing for Bellamy," Raven adds, before Clarke can ask. "Because it's just boring now. Unless I have better updates, she's not interested. It's just boring and sad if nothing ever happens."
"I should probably talk to him, huh?"
"Understatement."
"Would Gina be cool with it if you stayed at her place tonight?"
"Planning on getting laid?" she teases.
"He's made it pretty clear that's an option, yeah."
Raven smirks. "Then yeah, I think I can find somewhere else to be."
*
Group: are we creepy? no, it's the children who are wrong
Raven: RED ALERT RED ALERT
I swear to god Clarke is texting Bellamy to ask him to come over so they can actually talk about their shit RIGHT NOW
This is happening this is not a drill
I'm on the train to Gina's now because Clarke is planning to have sex
Nate: what
Raven: Scout's honor, Miller
Nate: you're not a scout
Raven: And I'm pretty dishonorable
But fucking seriously
I think she's really going to do it
Jasper: !!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jasper named the conversation "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Jasper: WHERE IS MONTY
WHY IS HE NOT HERE
this is an historic event
a historic event?
I don't care
this is going to be like when JFK got shot
in the sense that we'll remember where we were when it happened
not in any other ways
seriously where is he
Nate: dentist
don't worry, he'll freak out soon
btw Bellamy just texted me that he's "hanging out with Clarke" tonight
guessing he has no clue
Raven: I feel like Jasper shouldn't have changed the chat name
We're so fucking creepy
Nate: did you do this when me and Monty were getting together?
Raven: We didn't need to
You guys took like three weeks
Not 84 years
Nate: man
here's hoping after tonight, we never have to use this group chat again
Jasper: it's been an honor serving with you guys
let's all go do other stuff and try not to wonder if our friends are having sex
Raven named the conversation "we're fucking creepy, but at least bellamy and clarke are on a date"
Nate: tbh
*
Depending on what happens tonight, Bellamy thinks it's probably about time to switch his seduction tactics, because whatever he's doing now isn't working.
His sister might be right; he might have to actually tell Clarke what he wants, directly and unambiguously. It's still possible she won't want the same thing, but--he kind of needs to know. He needs to be sure.
Or, she could be inviting him over to seduce him. It's not likely, but he lives in hope. Even Miller admitted he was being really, really fucking obvious. It feels like she's got to notice eventually.
It's not a serious thought, not really, but when he knocks on the door, she calls, "It's open!" which is definitely a deviation from the norm.
"Are you actually cooking?" he asks, suspicious. "Is this a special occasion I didn't know about? Is it our anniversary?"
"I hope it's going to be," she says, coming out of her bedroom in, well--
Not a lot of clothing. Like, at all.
"Um," he says, trying not to stare, even though he's pretty sure the whole point of coming out of a bedroom in lingerie is to get stared at. "Hi," he manages. "You look--wow."
"Thanks." She bites her lip, nerves coming through. "I was getting the impression you were into me. You've been dropping some hints."
"Yeah, I--" His self control breaks and he crosses the living room in a few long strides, cups her face in his hands and kisses her. Her fingers come up to fist in the material of his t-shirt, holding him close, and it's relief and happiness all at once, more emotion than he knows what to do with.
"Yeah," she says. "Me too."
He lets his arms slide around her, grinning. "Was it the dick thirst pickup line that did it? Did that actually work?"
She laughs, tucks her face against his neck. “No, definitely not. I decided you wanted to be friends with benefits and Raven had to talk me down from that one. But I thought you just wanted to fuck me.”
He barks a laugh. “Fuck, I didn’t even—I guess that is kind of how I was thinking about it, but just—“ He kisses her hair. “Our relationship is basically perfect, I just want to be able to kiss you whenever I want. But it’s not like—“
“I love you too,” she says, and he’s never heard anything better.
But then she adds, “So, bedroom?”
And that comes close.
*
Nate: Are you ever coming home or do you live in Clarke’s bed now?
Bellamy: Good question
I’ll let you know when I figure it out
Nate: I like having the whole apartment to myself
Definitely stay there forever
And congrats on finally making that whole thing work
Bellamy: Thanks
I’ll never see you again
*
“Do you remember when I asked you out?” Clarke asks, sounding curious.
It's an odd question; he's as curious what the answer is supposed to be as she is. “Last night?”
“That was asking you in, not asking you out.”
He frowns. “There was another time? When? What—“
She laughs, resting her face against his back as he makes breakfast. She and Raven didn’t have a lot to work with, so he might have to go shopping soon. If he’s going to be around more. Their fridge needs help.
“I asked you out like two years ago and you turned me down because you had another date.”
“Jesus, really? I definitely missed that. I don’t even remember.”
“Yeah, that’s what Raven figured. She thought you must have just not known.”
“I was trying to pick you up the first time we met,” he says. “So I’m not the only one who missed shit.”
“Oh, no, I knew that.” He turns to frown at her, and she grins. “Lots of guys hit on me at the coffee shop, I just ignored it. But then you were Octavia’s brother, so I figured we could at least hang out. That’s why I tried to ask you on the date. I knew you used to like me. It seemed like you might—“
He catches her mouth for another kiss. “I never stopped liking you,” he tells her. “If I’d known, I would have canceled the other date in half a second. Sorry I didn’t—“
“Don’t worry about it,” she says, smiling. “We got here, right?”
“Finally,” he teases. But he can’t stop smiling. “Took us long enough.”
*
Monty named the conversation "tfw your otp becomes canon"
Raven deleted the group
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